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HPIM1220

Each night I hear the blare

of your horn, the rumble

of your weight, heavy like a snore

habitual in the darkness; but

if one evening, the din vanished

 I would miss the thought of you

lumbering along the stillness, colliding

into the silent drift of my dreams

No hands doth a heart have

How then can it hold love

 carry burdens heavy

or touch another’s

This vessel which feels

 passion, pain, love

 without end of depth

hath no need of these

nor limbs of any sort

for it holds, carries,

touches, feels in ways

hands could never

unless they turn to ash

 Damaged or broken

 still it beats on

physically whole

the shattering silent

to ears and eyes

while longing

for hands

to hold it