Prospects of the Heart by Matthew T.-S.

This smoldering passion in my heart

To stoke the fire, to encourage its growth

i feel the fear icarus must have

On approach to the sun

Horror as I watch my wing burn


The rush of the fall is nearly

as exhilarating as the climb

No fear of the ground

I welcome my old friend


I greet him heartily with a full embrace

I bury my face in his earthen chest

I pour my every being into him

I lie to myself

I choose to be alone


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