The Heart Is a Foreign Country

Feb 17, 2016 07:12


The Heart Is a Foreign Country
Rangi McNeil

Ours is a partial language part pantomime,
part grimy guesswork: adulterated speculation
as to meaning & motivation.

Translated, heart suggests a familiar, universal
device but internal chemistries vary-
though components be the same & not uncommon.

The world owes us nothing. It promises less.
Call it: freedom. Free will. Or Wednesday.

[This entry was originally posted at http://wanderlustlover.dreamwidth.org/2323821.html. Comment on either at your leisure.]

poetry, love

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