They speak of my heart as if
It were a mythic beast.
Shrouded in woods and puzzled over
By numeric values and constellations.
Don’t look to the sky, I say.
Look me in my eye and see yourself,
Yourself in my eye and then we can all
Let us gamble on the language of angels;
For I believe the dead know the secrets
My heart may seem mysterious but it is not,
Nor is it small,
Large things can, in fact, be occulted
From inquiring eyes.
I’d wager you’d miss an earthquake
Were it to always be rumbling,
Constant and droning, grinding
Your bones to dust and pleasure.
But I am not special, nor is
My pit worthy of great adventure.
It is there, plainly, as any fruit.
And that is the great beauty
Of this exercise,
And of lessons
All ought to learn.
I love every piece of this. I try to rotate it upon different narrating perspectives and it works in multiple ways.
Gambling on antiquated languages; things so large they become occult; a hum in the universe so strong and steady that it both crumbles everything into dust and animates the tiny particles into an endless dance of vibratory divinity;
something plain and sacred, sacred and plain.
"It is there, plainly, as any fruit."
This is powerful to me. I feel exposed and weak. Looking into a mirror that defines my wound with sharpness and clarity, causing me to feel.
One of the reasons why people keep playing minesweeper download is due to its RNG (Random Number Generation) aspect of the game. That means everytime you play a new game, it will be different from your previous games.