hermetic

periods tell of what and how;
i fell down the stairs yesterday,
in more ways than one.

my heart, my heart
a hermetic heart
sealed shut, airtight.
it does its part,

it runs, it runs
from truth. it tells
with fancy prose.
it swells; to hell

i run, i run.
You walk on water
clear to red,
and crown to slaughter.

an immature heart
bruised, battered, airtight
i walked on the left,
and you were quite right.