Lay still my beating heart!
Beneath the white-wet dew-lit foxgloves,
The lichens and apricot boughs
Beneath the dusky gray church-cock tower
And the ambient wet westward clouds,
Lay still my beating heart!
As silence wrestles with silence taut
As topaz ladybird march unduly
Through the myriad ichors of lustrous web
Through a needle of time unraveling,
Lay still my beating heart!
poem by Mark Heathcote
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