Life expressed in a function

f(joy) = risk/life

Choices are bricks,
made in fire.
Life, then, is the edifice
whose walls find strength
and voice
in the tally that survives that kiln.

Happiness may drip through the roof
and be collected in tins,
but joy,
and mud for bricks,
reside out from under,
in the wet and body-beating rain.

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