Last night I was home, alone,
And there was a knocking at the door.
I went to open it
But no, I was mistaken,
it was only my heart.
Later, I was sitting with a cup of tea,
And there was again a pounding in my chest
(I went to open it)
But no, I was mistaken,
it was only the thunder.
This world is pulsing beating pounding,
wanting to be loosed heard unleashed,
And I with it.
(08.25.22)
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