Lonely Heart Sat Empty

Once upon a time,
A lonely heart sat empty
In a desert
Made from a million crushed

No white horse
No prince
Was ever going to come

This prison
A quiet and desolate
Sanctified sanctuary keeping
Expanses open, holding the walls at bay.

Nature abhors a vacuum, and
Naturally, beauty must enter into
This nothingness.
Water flows to all the low places
Loathed by all humans.
Is this how nothing collapses
To become something?
Is this the bright shining illuminocity of

Flowers grow quickly in the wake of
Atomic holocaust.
Tender morels push up through the ashes,
Of an old growth forest.
Your fingers push up through my heart,
And as it breaks I’m so deeply grateful
For you.

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