Matters of the Heart

Tugging at the spirit,
the side of the mouth,
the corner of an eye.

The tear, like a pendulum,
swings.

The heart has its treasons
that reason does not know -
why it must cheat, lie, even die
just to stand a chance at rebirth.

Between decadence and mysticism
a line as fine as a fissure—
the depth of an abyss...

--y. lababidi

[Art by Agostino Arrivabene]