A heart surfaces
Within deceptions' ink
Pumping this liquid
To systems
Without name

The chemical looms
Over, unnamed systems
Reeking its stench to all

A wis-o-wisp
Stationed within
That non-carnal chamber
Of hearts

Protected,
Thumping silently
Behind the scenes

Its purpose unknown,
To itself.
Yet, waiting and patient

Till that spear
With milky coconut tip
Penetrates that chamber

Restoring the rotting,
Salting muscular pumps
Till that wisp

Emblazens....

That inferno rages,
Incasing every function
Thought, and word

And grows forever more
Driving those automatic systems
Forward

Beating to that sweet
Lullaby...