sparkling aortic shards
litter the path
behind me-
woven into
the sinewy beat
of what is now
my whole heart.
Note: I read last year, in Hasidim, it is a broken heart that is whole. If that is the case, then mine has been made whole many times over. I will live eternally if it is only a whole heart that sustains me.
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