Hearts beat incessantly, life passes through,
Some doors will open, and others will close,
Contact, connections! What more can heart do?
Wormholes in spacetime are all that it knows.
Content is fragile and may not last long,
Intent's more curious, seeds in the wind,
Love's more mysterious light as a song,
Future's a sacrament, pregnant, new friend!
Hearts are invisible, rarely are seen,
Lunar-like phases still set folks apart.
Seasons don't faze them, with souls' evergreen!
Tangible ether, your heart's what floats art!
Brian Johnston
17th of September 2018
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