Out of the woods
tempted to cease
singing for fear
of well-mannered beasts
honestly, heart
go and do what you please
His ears are sufficient
to be what you need
Don't lower the volume
to set up a scene
of "okay" and "get by" and "see you next week"
More! cries the Poet
More! screams your stomach
There IS so much more! says your eyes, that see
Don't pinch off left ventricle to try to not bleed
Let it run red, bright red, let proceed
The troubles spill out as numbness concedes
what's on your heart? what's in your mind?
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