Crossing Over

How to invent a heart

When from him she was created

There grows nothing but scars

from a fractured bone

in the image of snakes

all hearts stand alone

and are yet so closely linked

loneliness



Always ahead, always in front

This imbalance, this ever spinning wheel

It precedes us

We march its trail

Always ahead, always in front

One can drink another's cup of poison

but his lot none may win

one act play



And then, when the thread is cut

the maggots feast on the heart

with no discrimination of it being

empty or filled, lived or lied

Never too much

Never too little

Always enough

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