Sometimes I can feel
the speed and chill
of the darkness all around
us as it leaks through
some opened door in space
floating back
at a certain angle yellow
cycles into life
a breathing system
an exculpatory system
and a set of wrenches
with which to tweak the heart
love pounding
and pounding
just to make it go.
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