Take your core
and fling it down outflung ways
Bare your heart to the elements
march it into the fray.
Count and account
the deep crevice and cost
Smooth-sphered despite fissure
nothing is lost.
Sit outside
and count the days fled
wash yourself with scattered
dust of the dead.
Eat away
what you downed, ingested
with fury- fire and flood
loose it to the crested
wave that crashes
swallowed down, falls
fills the seams of the heart
the veins of recall
Bring the spent blood,
depleted, excreted
back to the ruby-red heart
to fill and flow
eternally repeated
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