Keep it down, heart. Low and weak,
falling short of standards. Pretend
to be here when you are there.
Keep it under the table,
up the wall and casting a shadow
on oneself, a long and broad one
like an overcast sky.

Step on toes, heart. The wild is here
and it is taking time and silence.
Borrowing time and silence to rub off on.
Time and silence because everything
looks better on hindsight.
Lots and lots of time and silence
make everything look good in the end.

But don't talk, heart. Talk is cheap,
talk is *****. Remember that in one's mind's eye
the house of cards will never collapse.
Slip away, heart. Off. Between the bodies
there is silence and glass. A pearl of wisdom
for you: you will cover just as much space
keeping on the road as going astray.

Break the illusion of carrying water in one hand
and fire in the other. Wouldn't that be awesome though!