The heart is beating;
but that’s all it ever does,
ever does,
just keeps beating beatbeat;
and the heart is beating.
The wound is—-
gaping, gaping wide
The maw within the
maw surrounded by
the teeth, the little arteries
just keep beating.
And the teeth are beating.
——All the while the autumn breathes
her final sigh, sigh,
And who am I?
But is that it?
The heart keeps beating
and the teeth are beating
the autumn breathing
and the spider is weaving.
Drown the sheep in wine
and soap.
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 8:15 AM UTC
The heart is beating;
but that’s all it ever does,
ever does,
just keeps beating beatbeat;
and the heart is beating.
The wound is—-
gaping, gaping wide
The maw within the
maw surrounded by
the teeth, the little arteries
just keep beating.
And the teeth are beating.
——All the while the autumn breathes
her final sigh, sigh,
And who am I?
But is that it?
The heart keeps beating
and the teeth are beating
the autumn breathing
and the spider is weaving.
Drown the sheep in wine
and soap.
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