My heart is a thousand hands
Grasping
At thin air

My heart is a thousand hands
Pulling
Tweaking
Cupping
Grasping
Kneading
Scratching
Bringing so much life to its core
That it collapses with
Exhaustion

My heart is a thousands hands

My body is a constant contraction
Cutting off all energy
Waiting to meet its ultimate desire
To spur its deepest breath
And an inward flow of life