Matter is all that keeps us apart
But in a good way that insists
On each one being itself somehow
The thing you are becoming
In the evolution of the heart
Which moves down into the matter
Of the body hurrying ahead
Of the still-forming brain
In the physiology of the heart
Where the divisions occur
The recapitulation of a flower
Arrangement and the gasp
That sets it breathing
In the heaven of the heart
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