The Heart

The belt moves horizontally
Watching it, grey ones shuttle
From one side to the other
And colored ones dance here and there
But although they veer left
Their position always moves right

If you step off the belt
You find a second belt, and after that
Belt opon belt
And all the belts taking all of us
Off to the far horizon and then
Looping back for the different ones

And you leap, and you leap high
Thinking, just now, I'll get off this
And just now, just by giving myself
To this, or that, or to her
I'll break down
These long grinding machines running
This thing, long running
Machines, that don't stop

And so you tell yoruself a story
A story that pleases you
About those who can lay themselves down
At the feet of another
And who can then be swalloed in the gears
Never to return again