Entry 121115- Heart on the Ground

In a shape so clearly made of two halves, a whole,

I wonder now if the invisible line that breaks them

makes them broken like something shattered-

Apart, but not as a quality: the fact of this matter,

of the raw formation,

Broken things ok with being halves of some whole

from which everything flows.

Relative, inexhaustible, yet utterly fragile:

Such is a heart, drawn on a card, painted onto a wall, shaped from plastic

Or chocolate or gelatin.

It doesn’t beat or bleed

It waits to be adored as it was carved,

Round play-thing of symmetry

Shining as if a side is for a single you and the other is for the me struck lonely

Needing this paper heart to be shared.

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