The unsettled heart Is a hunter-gatherer A hungry horse Or a weary bird The unsettled heart Is secretly a happy heart For it barely conceals a wilderness of longings And a love for all things sweet/torturous The unsettled heart Is a mausoleum and a theme park There are tombs galore of past loves And carousels for the act of forgetting The unsettled heart Is forever shaping and reshaping itself Like young rivers Like imperfect unfinished poems ...
