Open Heart

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Though the air flows from empty lung
And thoughts scatter in a frozen mind
The blood won't mix in my open heart.
Through constant voices left unsung
What tantalus fingers reaching find
A heart wide open has ripped apart
 
The blind eyes see more within than eyes
Sleeping in the calm with subtler sighs
Like hairs entangling on a thoughtless head
And wind who falls deftly on skin that's dead
 
Patient ears measurelessly muse
To sounds in unmeasurable hues.
Most remarkable things happening
Within unremarkable flesh half-opening 
 
To the open heart, I sing.
In my open eyes, I cling
To that visage, which isn't plain
But fairer than all heaven's rain
 
In the open air, I sing
From my open arms, I fling 
The thoughts from unopened mind;
Only those in air of the softest kind
 
In open night above, I sing
For those open wrists, dying
Whose fair skin has welted 
Who in times unpleasant felt it.
 
Happy la-las and deathly dissonance fly
From none more than the ever-open sky 
As open wings of the Angels, gliding flap 
For the open heart who landed in your lap.
 

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