the ****** heart (if ownership of a poem makes you proud, considered it to be...trending)
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~for PoetryJournal~
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the afterglow of the aftermath, the chest pounding demanding, tolerating-no-delay apprehension of the transcription of what is
the ****** heart soaring, the lean-back exhalation, wet eyes that only you have secret knowledge thereof
this is why we write, why we beings believe, because we ask, why
by the asking, we grade ourselves, both by our words and deeds
step back and accept the notion that feels not wholly right, for inherently tinged, streaked with human pride, that all possess, and possessive of our all
you are value, by the words you have chosen, by the only human that can give truth to its essential value