I don't understand the way
My heart flutters in the wind
A paper bag caught
On streams of air
That swing it back and forth
Till it finally settles
Then is sweeped back to that
Blizzard gust
To swoon in the power of epic wind
Only to become limp
And fall
Impotent to that shadowed movement
Of love in the wind

While the wind is harmless,
That within it is not
And fluttering so softly
That paper bag
Swiftly smothers and suffocates
A single poor figure.
Only to be let go
And hurt
Again
And again
And again

To be left, on the ground,
Limp and lifeless
Like a paper bag
A mutilated corpse
Cut through a thousand knives
Beaten through a thousand drums
Leaving nothing but a twisted figure
Caught in its own inexorable misery.

As the paper bag
Fluttered
Ever so softly away.
My Heart, tied in a paper string
Caught in the wind