they spoke of the Earth
How it looked,
so clear and surprisingly open.
No telling frontiers
Just vast lands and wild seas.
I think maybe this is true of the heart
Held within the fence of ribs
and unyielding bone
Surrounded by the judgmental
whispering of the blood.
But the heart itself is smooth and borderless
Each joyful beat a boundary-breaking freedom that cries
Love, Love, Love
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