Heart

so many twists and turns
bend through
the dark alleys of the heart
a this way
a that way
no entrance
no exit
what sense to move
to crawl through the black
upon hands and knees
blindly seeking true north

when the bass beating confounds
ever-pounding song sounds
a crashing war drum surrounds

till

with internal
with infernal storm raging
we are lost

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