The Heart’s Final Stillness

What do you think that your heart could everOpen into?
A clearing, as hot as the summer’s cauldron

calm, sky-bearing lake?
A declaration of love?

You envisage enjoying in it?

 
You may abandon rhyme,

You may retire to receding
Points of suspension and yet…

And yet there will always be
The perfect enclosure beyond

The dark forest mushrooms
The undertow of our longings

The heart’s final stillness.

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