The Joy of reasoning the reasoning of my Joys

The reasons for my joys aren’t simple things Not the undefined colors of the winds or the way it sings Nor the neon embrace of the moon And the howling laughter of the sun That’s not simple at all But rather a complicity of the ethereal The choreographed horde of life’s specters in all their splendors Surely, you can see my reasons are not simple things, not at all