Rise my clumsy Heart and dance, unhinge the seams of heaven. Your riot rhythms shake the pavement, rattling the husks of ancient seed pods, releasing evidence of your ancestors' appetites.
Move. Pluck your fingers through the air, grip nothing, try again. The flavour tonight is jasmine and the metallic tang of wet piston grease. A balloon of mystery bursts, the mist parts from your path.
Two more steps. Your limbs telling stories of the world before words, when the summer wind conducted the many branches of the humble wisdom orchestra. The ovation goes on and on.
Know that I am here, writing from bed again and ready
always ready
to capture the divine equation of your fall.
Rise again, my clumsy Heart, and dance.
Vintermorgon
5 hours ago
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