The Torso Holds the Heart

four
black holes in a row
i must go
while i do my thing

head up high and pace and flow
fear prolongs the sorrow
fast streets weave the slow wolves
to and fro
in an awkward pose
i disorient myself
weighing like a stone

fie! no more
it beguides tomorrow
the torso holds the heart

fie! no more
it beguides tomorrow
the torso holds the heart

each
door and box on its own
while the dregs of imbalanced hone
piercing all my weakest spots
like the sharpest arrow
time to let it all go
like a row of dominoes

cause the one who strikes the pose
needs to play her part

fie! no more
it beguides tomorrow
the torso holds the heart

sigh no more
it restrains all power
the torso holds the heart

the cycle of the pilgrim
has ended at my door
still settling like an anchor
still dancing on the floor
the cycle of the pilgrim
has ended at my door
still settling like an anchor
still dancing on the floor
the cycle of the pilgrim
has ended at my door
still settling like an anchor
still dancing on the floor
the cycle of the pilgrim
has ended at my door
still settling like an anchor
still dancing on the floor
still settling like an anchor
still dancing on the floor