my heart is filled with love
the cavity on the right hand side
of my chest is filled with love
i hold my heart in my hands
it glistens
twitching in enveloped air

this here is my heart
my heart it is here

the crown of suffering, if one
human being can bear it, then it is
fit
for everyone

the darkness we keep at bay
rocking, roaring waves of equity
we burnt them into ash

whether to rise up in a puff,
to be used and attack your enemy
or to be spread thinly. leveled
with with the gentle touch of fingers
to identify blood vessels and the cracks
where dust held in closed fists turned into fear