The Heart of the Matter
The circumference
Is narrower than the height
And it can take flight
But has no wings
The quadrants four
No less, no more
Is all it needs
As rhythm bleeds
Four chambers
-four halls
Yet no walls
Fleetingly occupied
Stabbed
And often broken
By simple words
Softly spoken
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014
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