Without mystery the
heart a husk
a
piece of dull percussion
rattling
with dried peas
metronomically
beating a span
of
desert sureties.
A
land lies beyond
sunk
in undiscovery,
pristine,
virginal, primordial,
a
continent containing a flower,
a
plant, an animal, a lifeform,
to
set an elkhorn
sprouting
from the heart.
Imagine
it enough
to
know that somewhere lies
a
beauty unprized
that
we can never touch.
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