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O my heart,
broken.
Break it. Break it again.
This poor heart—
a poor place for my love

Let it run free
like wine
from a dropped and broken glass—
cast off this heart,
this husk that would
restrain it.

O my heart,
my love it has no need for you.
It is wild in the night
it is wild
it is--

all there ever was,
all there ever has been:
too large to contain
and yet it is contained
at last
and consumed
at last
by the sea.