The Heart of Hearts
As if
bearing all
it bears no name,
multicultural
shadow slumping
on the backs
of words,
As if
effective,
we sleep in
the laps of vowels
stroking the names of
the greats,
irreversible and undulating.
As if
salt packed close, crumbled
often
the sky skims discussion
before the closing of lips
around permanence.
As if
there were nobody
talking about fire,
stopping to notice spaces
between flames, greedy
swallowing of air.
As if
reason was the heart
of it all, instead
we choke
smiling all the time
on ashes.
Glad to see you're back at work, whatever the hour.
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