I’m building a heart,
building a heart,
building a heart of elasticity.
With olive oil, heartbreak,
stress and disease,
smoking and running,
failure and fiendism,
I’m building a heart of
elasticity.
A net of the universe,
a fabric of breath,
a bender of molecules,
I build a new heart
and the old heart
inside of me,
the same singing heart
and the super-heart ringing
in the net
of the beat.
– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin