On the Decline of heartbeats and

tricks. Breaking heart scales,
heart tales. One: I sing a battered

chorus, dance to the spaces in
the notes. Two: we have been

reduced to mythologic lamps,
rubbed for miracles, for benefits

Three: four fathers forefathers love
and Chicago referencing. Five, if I

count every beat for every time
the tunnel darkened. Six: no

more, no more. Seven: we study
movement until it dies, till the

beep spells out new life that
will rise behind the world.

Two cups; tea, two locks; I
and an empty body on the other side

LARDO