The heart in its nest, the sun
an egg in a blue bowl, the world
according to plan, the bone free
in its velvet socket. Then a sudden
narrowing of the eyes. There is design
in the madness it takes a lifetime
to ken, purpose to the tooth
but still the teeth tear at our flesh,
still we fall. The heart in its nest
calls out a warning, love is
the listening,
the rising.
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