And the heart put forth is the heart that feels deep
Unafraid of things it can’t keep.

Three months she lay fallow.
Then the earth was stirred,
Seeds sown in the rich moist soil.
Blossoming into blushes of
The little heart revealing, naked and vulnerable.

I write the soul that sings softly
In time and rhyme of slow soliloquies.

Hey Stevie Ray, you looked awesome in your suit, the pin on your lapel. And the casket, the flowers, beautiful. That smile was fucked up but, hey. So many people, they loved you. “The myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground, to a life consumed by slow decay…” I will die old, laughing, and fighting like hell after a life well lived. I promise.