So attached to hearts of stone
Much softer than they seem
but unwilling and unable
to move beyond their means

So attached to hearts of glass
Still we’re throwing stones
Just shattering reflections
Its old marrow in dry bones

So attached to hearts of wonder
Those things that cannot last
Such extremes in desperation
For all, this now should pass

So attached to the heart’s disguise
Our deception from down low
So shocking and assaulting
The screaming of the crow

So attached to the essence of song
and the real means of prayer
The nourishment of auras
the moments we need share

So attached to hearts of parting
All broken open wide
Be firm in resolution
with all weapons laid aside

K. Roberti