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Heart Surveying - Lyrics

I thought I had smelled you and so, my heart reached out.
But you weren't there, just a trick of my scent.
And so, my heart was left hanging out,
stretching towards my surroundings, surveying.
It found humanity and suddenly I was intensely aware of them.
Like all of a sudden feeling the
company of an animal in a forest clearing.
Humans, gorgeous, supple, warm, alien humans all around me.
Was it fear I felt?
No, for once, no.
It was just an awareness,
a milky film of a feeling around the edges of my
skin, the cool breeze slightly comforting my balmy palms.
Nothing much, just that,
a thin picking up of my heart beat,
a murmuring of smiles, a coaxing of voices.
A smattering of empathy.
It seems as if the white blocks interspersed with green,
now all alight with the triumphing
blazon of day's end, are all I've ever known.
And I'm fine with that.
So, my heart hanging outside of my body, I ride the bus.
Buoyed softly up by the warm auras of my
fellow passengers, it sits nestled in its own grove.
I search for quickened breath, for sweaty palms,
for the signs that usually come with these episodes.
There is nothing.
Instead, all I find is a curiosity,
a quite different shade of emptiness.
Now, the light is so bright, so clean,
so agonizingly cleansing, that I flinch from the window.
And back to the warmth of the people around.
Yes, the people around me.
That's why I moved to this city.
She sings to me.
Why, I ask?
She just smiles in return, supple leg brushing up against mine.
Flaming orange now is the sun and the
sky turns so pale I can see the rings.
The flood of ships returning to the city fills me with pride.
Look how far we've come!
The white-wash walls of the buildings are silent.
I walk her streets and sing.
I sing so loudly that my lungs hurt.
I sing so loudly that my ears ring.
I sing so loudly so that her sister can hear me,
on the other side of the sky,
and know that I still love her,
even when I'm in her sister's embrace.
Now I have been awakened by a choir of my peers!
My heart undulates in the warmth of its
nook, whispered alive by my fellow denizens.
I laugh inwardly.
For years now,
yes it had been years hadn't it, I had scorned them all.
Bitter, dirty, loud, idiotic fellow prisoners.
Scorn of my dream, bane of my hopes.
I had come to the city to live and instead, I had found death.
The death of the crowd.
But now, by some miracle of an emotional physicality, I am open!
I hear the noise of the ships going to the
rings and I am filled with a strange pride.
We have accomplished so much.
This is it.
Soon it will be day and, for the first time since I had come here,
my city will become something
different, the bright sister to my fear.
I will love her, this time.
I have loved her but it was
complicated since I brought her so much pain.
Often, when I had been drunk on my own
rage, I walked her streets and wailed.
I wailed so loudly that my lungs froze.
I wailed so loudly that my heart died.
I wailed so loudly that my bright sister would know
I was looking for her, on the other side of the mind.
Time to meet the sister.
The knob is cold under my fingers.
I turn it.
But now the bus has stopped.
It's time to begin my new life.
It's time to finally enter the city.
I pick up my things and head for the stairs.
The handle near the door is cold under my fingers.
I turn the handle and I'm in A Mari Usque Ad Mare.
Her sister.
I turn the handle and I'm in Cor Ad Cor Loquitur.
My bright sister.
And my heart is still surveying.

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