Every morning I make
The sign of a heart
With my hands and hold it
Up to the world
The pantomime of a lover
Trying to apologize
For so many other futile gestures
I try to be still and let you speak
Of things I don't remember
The remnants of a dream
That brought you into being
How you started out ancient
In a burst of light
Growing backwards to your birth
Still far off in the future
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