Conversations with an organ evil from man's youth
Create in me a pure heart, O daily aspirin
The timorous heart bereft of hope Behind a sternum of frigid abuse When asked to choose Can only a murmur let escape. Tolstoy: For many different kinds of love, different kinds of hearts. Knausgård: For the heart life is simple: it beats until it can’t. Dickinson: The heart wants what it wants. Koheleth: More deceitful is the heart than all other body parts. By conscience may a runaway heart be arrested By securing a promise that preempts the decision, But beware of how censured hearts have protested. A thousand lives have I led before this one Without finding a path to lasting achievement; Home is where someone cares to help your predicament.
