pickled heart
she put it in a jar
and watched as the brine
filled in every cranny
is that it?
really?
can it be
that
is anything, really?
where is the music now?
the vibrant heat,
the can't wait one more second bursting bursting bursting?
was it played
on this instrument?
who is the player?
who
is
the life
that made
this dead piece of flesh
electrify?
we are not flesh
mud
can't drive a car,
nor make one
Life
what is it?
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