Complexing intricacies born

Heart!

Shut up!

You do not know your leading!

I have what’s right,

You want what’s sweet.

Go back to sleep…

I’ll never search your thumping,

I’ll never call your name!

Heart!

Be still! you’re asking,

A leap on wounded knees.

 A bursting, humid pupae                                                                            

Is what today you’re posing.                                                                       

But, dearest heart!

Be silent.

Our running-path is closing…