The Heart Worn Lips



"The Heart Worn Lips"

She wore her heart on her lips as she spoke
the white owl sitting on one shoulder hooting wisdom
the black crow perched on the other hidden in shadow cawing dark things

the voice made moderate in the in-between
rolling out into the aether words like dice
flying to land like black-winged strokes on a wholesome alabaster page

the meaning captured more in the intonation 
than the visual puzzle left wide open and waiting unexplained
for the taste of luck in the silent air, in circles the hungry eyes ever watching

the heart worn in flight
the lips stop speaking 
the mind takes over

no sound
endomorphism rings


Candide Diderot. ‘24





"Endomorphism rings always have additive and multiplicative identities, respectively the zero map and identity map."

“I can feel myself slowly fading from your mind.” 

"Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom."

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