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.