the heart is not a pump
the sun is not a star
the moon not a rock
the earth not a ball
blood swims through chambers on its own
the moon emits its own light
the sun phases like the moon
bound by prana
spinning round you
the heart is a magnet like the earth
thrumming its cadences
it’s made for you but it has other inheritors
like Siegfried inherited the Nibelung
time’s not line or loop but spiral
following Venus
Antikythera heart
Lady of Kythera
wind your bronze dial
set my crown gear
Metonic to Saros
pin and slot me into the blue