the idea is to not make it into
a world, and a crucifix,
like christ did...
   whenever i keep the beat
with a song like
foster the people's song
                sit with me?
to make the heart feel like
both a birdcage,
           and the canary inside.
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p.s. the unnecessary bits & bobs...

i won't sing you a song
of freedom, or sing you of love,
but i can feel both my heart
as a birdcage,
   and the canary inside...
which is worth so much than
making the heart a world:
and the canary?
      a blodied body crucified;
thank you, no thank you,
go **** yourself...
   i'll be "air"-drumming this beat
and chirp that exodus from
all constraints i am here
to master;
   drunks do it best...
                   the tongue loosens -
           truth starts to speak for itself;

my heart does not own or is the world,
with a crucifix on it...

my heart owns, and is a birdcage,
      and a canary's song within it as hearbeat.