the heart of sky (or, the other valentine)

the hearth, the heat, the

sweep of sleet

across the face.

 

did you know you could

keep this pace?

 

love this

pain?

 

in time with the bondage

of the eye:

 

the true measure

of the body —-

 

and the deep

cry of the beyond.

 

spread it all out;

write it all down;

 

drag it across your life-joist;

then burn it.

 

but first,

drain the

strife-blood.

 

the archive will

remember:

 

the red, the breath,

the breadth,

 

the heart of sky.

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