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stone heart
and paper logic

blue is the night
in the pulsing
heart of emptiness

sometimes angels
whisper into this heart
and soften it
remind him
of that his world is
what he makes it

heavy pulsing
sound of water running
around stone

and the sun
she shines through
cracks
and hollows
carved out by
soft water and time

and nothing is as it seems