Intervals Of Impulse
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Mark Heathcote
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Remember when our hearts beat like cymbals?
Love, must you always be planning ahead
can't we act on intervals of impulse?
Once we spoke the words of the alphabet
in the silence that transcended language
and filled a whole encyclopaedia
every utterance now re-examined
nowadays, I feel like anaemia
have drained the blood from my heart and my face
where does all our spontaneity go?
Nowadays, I can't get a warm embrace
and every verbal word is a death blow
love, must you always be making up lists
does every moment require an eclipse?
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