My heart is a bridge
Connecting one island to the next,
A wilderness hewn of both rock and bear.
You cannot escape me,
Retreat as often as you like
I am unstoppable,
Unstable at the best of times.
An angel fallen and passed
Round the bend
There are no lanes and no meadows
In which I might seek
Direction or solace.
I am devastating
In the fervid deforestation
Of my nomenclature.
A poem for a posy,
A poem for a mind split
Along the sieves.
I bandage my wounds in vowels,
In ink and holy water
As if I were significant.
I am only me and my words come
From the very same ruined heart,
Sometimes at great expense
But the charge is as it should be,
For I am nothing if not free.
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