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If I had a heart in my hands One not made of flesh If I carried it all the minutes of every day And it was made of friable stuff If I stumbled in a careless way And it slipped before my eyes If it fell to the hardened ground And smashed into a billion atom bits If the fractured shards were Myriad made in a smear of salty tears If I had no one but me blameworthy Because it was only me around If this was the case Then I can’t look behind me With accusations tumbling from my lips. If I had the chance to glue, piece by piece It back into a heart-shaped thing If each tiny silver sliver was slotted into place To once more catch the noiseless light If I took a thousand years And made my fingers bleed If I once more held it up And it had glinting form If this repair was done in the dry dock of my hands Would it still be a flawless gem? If this repair is painfully gained Does the time and care infuse the fault With a lustre of perfection? If all I see is the spinning binary pulse If all I have is a sparking Einstein-Rosen Bridge If all around me is a sea of foaming mediocrity If nothing else is worth my time Then surely repairing this shattered glass is The worthwhile work of every second Of this remaining life
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Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 11:51 AM UTC
If I had a heart in my hands
If I had a heart in my hands One not made of flesh If I carried it all the minutes of every day And it was made of friable stuff If I stumbled in a careless way And it slipped before my eyes If it fell to the hardened ground And smashed into a billion atom bits If the fractured shards were Myriad made in a smear of salty tears If I had no one but me blameworthy Because it was only me around If this was the case Then I can’t look behind me With accusations tumbling from my lips. If I had the chance to glue, piece by piece It back into a heart-shaped thing If each tiny silver sliver was slotted into place To once more catch the noiseless light If I took a thousand years And made my fingers bleed If I once more held it up And it had glinting form If this repair was done in the dry dock of my hands Would it still be a flawless gem? If this repair is painfully gained Does the time and care infuse the fault With a lustre of perfection? If all I see is the spinning binary pulse If all I have is a sparking Einstein-Rosen Bridge If all around me is a sea of foaming mediocrity If nothing else is worth my time Then surely repairing this shattered glass is The worthwhile work of every second Of this remaining life
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Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 11:51 AM UTC
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