then I kill death
or at least that’s the plan
each for the other enemy
yet in the end best friends
but who could imagine an organ
that could endure this back and forth
that could be torn out to become
four directions and twelve winds
that could pretend to be a pump
when all along its strength survives
only by giving itself away
to all these questions
death has nothing to say
so the heart goes on its way
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