the heart is a relative instrument:
it bends time
like Einstein.
the heart thrums out
a bass line of ancient grief
that bubbles up unbidden
like oil in the sands,
the buried remains of a life from
a thousand thousand years ago.
the heart is riddled with worm holes
(this heart)
and time is curved around
like your forefinger and thumb
creating a pincer
across which memory leaps.
the heart is a relative instrument
and it plays this song forever
and also only for a year.
audio: https://soundcloud.com/mbonica/the-heart-is-a-relative-instrument
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