I see my heart illuminate itself due to the heat of strangeness,
Knowledge so brief has passed the throat for all of the lessons;
I see my soul being carried by the masters of death and life,
Conflict and such slumber has been at my door of worry.
I cause the brief episodes to subside and force me into jaws
That open and close according to the programme inside us.
I see the kind dreams of a different sort,
Sitting by, listening to the music for some slight recompense.
My disorders are uniquely arrayed before my mind's eyes,
Saying my sundry details and unique attempts at activity.
The days are numbered by the very hundreds that ask
For waiting and patience and perseverance.
I see my heart thrown to the world in this life,
It submerges and cancels the whole existence.
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I see my heart thrown to the world. Beautifully expressed everything in this poem. Nice on sharing.