The Heart Worn Lips
"The Heart Worn Lips"
She wore her heart on her lips as she spoke
the white owl sitting on one shoulder hooting wisdom
the black crow perched on the other hidden in shadow cawing dark things
the voice made moderate in the in-between
rolling out into the aether words like dice
flying to land like black-winged strokes on a wholesome alabaster page
the meaning captured more in the intonation
than the visual puzzle left wide open and waiting unexplained
for the taste of luck in the silent air, in circles the hungry eyes ever watching
the heart worn in flight
the lips stop speaking
the mind takes over
no sound
endomorphism rings
Candide Diderot. ‘24
"Endomorphism rings always have additive and multiplicative identities, respectively the zero map and identity map."
“I can feel myself slowly fading from your mind.”
"Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom."
Copyright © Candide Diderot | Year Posted 2024
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