My heart cleaves segregating my life into poetry
Separating the strands that part this quilt
An uncivil civil conflict of creativity and entropy
A wary war of peace and mounting guilt
The borders detach the present from the past
Burning the bridges that my soul trod for years
The threads of passages that were sewn into my broadcast
Sing a murmur that silences even my tears
The clock strikes the hour, echoing my commotion
Tones split the sky like thunder rings rowdy
A tense tension between intellect and emotion
An edged edginess of sunshine and cloudy
My heart cleaves
My heart cleaves
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