Into
©April 14th, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
To see into the heart of things
Is to be burned by the sun.
And yet, and yet,
What if you cannot help it?
What if the sun pulls you
Ever onward, ever upward,
Until your wings, scorched,
Crackling with flame, blackened
Beyond repair, fall downwards,
As you ascend, despairing,
Not knowing whether that still point
Just before you fall,
Is the point that you reach
Into that heart, and pluck
It, and fling it far, far away?
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