I hear a beautiful song about having no heart.
It is beautiful to me because

Sadness can be a warm welling up of the soul,
It brims and where does it spill

Oh how can I help this spinning world in my mind?
I broke my heart so I could cut the fire and
I cut the fire, the Earth knows.

Listen to this whisper, the flood is good.
These spinning city-traps can’t hold our souls,
They take our names and give us

A beat that is only for the hunt,
A love that hungers.

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ISBN 1688505717