Happy (Unbounded Glory) - Moss Icon

I’m holding these eyes.

These tired eyes.

These tired eyes

Contained in me a weak block of sensation ties.

You together, or rather me, I should say give it

double the life, the toil, the trouble to live

Anything is nothing when all that’s been had is everything.

â Continually continuing continuity all that’s ahead, behind…â is nothing.

Anything is nothing when all that’s been dreamt is everything.

Anything, anything, simple things, dead things… anything.

I’ve given these eyes a bath, these red eyes, these red eyes

The heavenly countenance enraged in me by old glassy eyes

â Oh, I’ve crossed the Ande’s mountains high and felt the waiting peaceful tide

And just as extremely have I gone down in an ocean trench to peacefully drown.â

Nothing is everything when all that’s been remembered is anything.

â Continually I have seen this certain continuity continuing everything.

Nothing is everything when all that’s been remembered is anything.

So long 2-pointed South America

So long your happy fools, your clowns

So long green, green America

As long as you’re around.