Tagged: heart
all day, i keep
all day, i keep
forgetting that you
left us this morning,
and even now, when
i quiet my heart to
take in the news, i
hear old news, when
you called eight years
ago to say that he’s
gone, and do not be
sad, it was so peaceful,
you were reading to him
as he sat in his favorite
chair, and then
you were reading.
tonight, i am not ready
for the details just yet.
there are no brave
messengers. you are
gone, but not yet gone
.
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an ear against your
an ear against your
chest and images from
tonight’s viewing of
the latest Underworld
in the franchise
beneath my eyelids, i
am once again
wondering whose
heart will stop
beating first, and
would the one that
continues alone be okay
with succumbing to
such guilty pleasures
.
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the heart, troubled, can
if thinking uses
if thinking uses
the makes-sense stopping rule, it’s
clear i cannot stop
.
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and so it is, i
and so it is, i
am once again
over- and under-
thinking things like
you without a primer,
over- and under-
sensing the range for
exploration, the
extent to which
we can still
fumble,
over- and under-
flexing the muscle
that gets me most
in trouble
.
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at the hour of
at the hour of
emptiness, we arrive
simultaneously, inches
from collision, so
close that biology
instinctively
takes over, turns
our mouths
into exploratory
vehicles, equal
parts infection and
inoculation, of
and against
an unknown future
.
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it is all complex,
it is all complex,
or none of it is complex
at all – i cross these
borders several times, apply new
data to old data to heart
.
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