Mouth And Heart!
thoughts unbound,
evolving, taking form,
becoming formless....
permeated by rust and fire.
yes, flesh rusts!
hangs like a doorknob,
waiting for the key!
identity becomes sameness,
diverse, and yet joined....
you and i are mouth and heart,
searching for the plate!
footprints, and returning,
we tug at the latch,
or merely the wind!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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