Blue of noon

Born of disreputable pain, the insolence that persists
in spite of everything started growing again : slowly
at first, then in a sudden burst that has blinded and
transfigured me with a happiness that defies all reason .
At this moment I am intoxicated with happiness .
Drunk with it .
I’ll sing and shout it forth at the top 0f my lungs .
In my idiotic heart, idiocy is singing its head off.