Sky never knows
the wounds of heart
valves and vibration
pulse and palpitation
Doctor knows
Doctor speculates
Doctor deals
on the contrary....
Doctors can't imagine
pits and patches
bends and blow
bubbles and banishment
Sky keeps
these shades and shatterings
thorns and thrushes
strings to stretch
the wonder span
heart and heart
mission and mystery
Doctor and Sky
ever busy to balance
the mist from
blood and horizon
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