Hunter Heart

I am a bird singing in an open cage. What I have they cannot take it. What I have they cannot feel it. A mad navigator drives me. A fire-bearing fleet chases me. I am not afraid to die. I am not afraid to live. That makes my heart a hunter. I’m shooting luminous arrows with a bow and all lead back to my body. What I have it takes me up to heaven and brings me down to hell. What I have I cannot deny it. That makes my heart a hunter. My brain is a uterus of lightning. I am a corsair galley drunken with rum inside the rulers’ navy yard. That makes my heart a hunter.