heart tick

the murmur of the heart is enough to keep the city awake
the maddening echo that keep the vigil
the random wreckage of the spirit

the murmur of the heart won't cease to be
not today, not tomorrow, not the day after
it ticks and tocks against the mind
the reasoning that sands the walls of the mind
the dripping that dries the body

the murmur of the heart that sits beyond words
beyond reproach, resentment, sadness
the love that burns itself on itself
the building and rebuilding with ashes

the murmur of the heart, its clean cymbal-like notes
resounds against the walls of longings
the extrication of time from memories
the pieces that forms a whole that still needs

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