Here's a bit of heartbeat poetry. I don't know what's got into me today, I'm not even drunk. Yet.
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A Brain Chunk Nobody Knows About
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A brain chunk nobody knows about
Keeps telling me to look. To listen.
It has persisted forty-seven years
In its quest to make me listen.
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Deep in the chest lies rhythm
And logic. And truth. But, unlike
The words that may be spoken
It is crystaline. It is undoubted.
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The heart is always sincere.
Always personal. Accessible only
By those who love, or those in power.
Reveal it to me, now, if you will.
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Sit down on this rock. Lift your top.
And let the metal touch your softness.
You will watch me listen to your heart
As life's waves crash on us with each beat.