Hearts in the city
You grow two hearts all day
one to keep full
the other to stay empty
And tonight when you can't sleep
you'll clutch to your chest
one or the other
and say, this is me:
I choose the heavy - fraternity
or the hollow - free.
Well, that way
you're either sinking
or you're floating
That's what two hearts are good for,
for being in two places at once.
But you need to have just one
for walking
working
loving
and living
- properly, that is.
And you need to remember
one heart
has four chambers
connected by echoing hallways.
And you need to know
this heart is a city
in all the cities you'll ever walk in
...Yes, even this one
in which you loathe the days
that breed dualities
and love the nights
that dissolve them.
Yes in this city
I'll put the sun in one chamber
the moon in the other
rain in the third
and the last,
I'll keep for you.
In this city
I'll have only one heart.
For z.
2 comments:
Think this is your best poem yet.
aww newt. tx. that means alot coming from you. x.
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