'A Heart within A Heart'

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Phoenix Poetry

Submitted: February 19, 2017

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Submitted: February 19, 2017



Nature has morphed into necessity, 

I retract from normality and suspend it's weight upon my eye lashes.

The end is the self, a revelation searches.


The revolution has been set by blunt eyelashes.

Barks and Nails are chipped in the coffins of our ancestors; 

Meanings have been lost, only to you— nothing is lost. 


I scream from wrinkled steeples

"A Revelation! A gripless Revelation has been discovered

And my voice is stretched by clawing hands 


That grip apples and the voids of communication.

Revelations are in the form of everything and 

are the same in the differences at which everyman discovers them! "


My words silenced themselves.

The sad people responded in giggles and carless grunts.

And the man of everything found a revelation. 


Beliefs seem to tune these hastened instruments

And the sheer ecstasy of replenishment pulses from the truth, 

A heart within a heart.— That has no bindings. 


It has no purpose but itself, gospels are ridiculous; 

The exchanges of embaressment for credulous men: An Anselmian flaw

Maintains the senses of reason


And May be the blood which governs the heart.

Still, it would be without the vacuum of conscious bewilderment; 

It shows itself to be nothing but trickling blood, pulping in infinities and artificials. 


The Que is a crinkled vein. Irascible men fidget 

As thick masks of blood blotch their empowerment.

The only certainty is eternity, external and internal are divided by bruised affections. 


Dramatics undiscovered by man remain untouched: 

In every sense we are the same child, this praxis can be used for anything

But parents are the reason for tight discourse. This is why the plain is dry and narrow! 


Gospels are ridiculous; they rain unto the end: 

Estoppels are ridiculous; they sing over the start: 

To the Christian, don't drink the wine. 

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