My heart is loud
We are trying to locate its center
And approach stealthily
During its noisy exposition
Distracting with gravity
And space
And then pouncing to the affective place
With a promise of listening,
It may not list sideways,
But think with its little cache of neurons
And someday go on listening excursions
Itself
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