Sonnet 8
My Heart Beats in Distension
My heart beats in the distension between
Eternity and mortality which
Meet at the seams of all I've ever seen.
How often have I peered through a loose stitch,
Wondering, when I leave this skein behind,
How far my soul must fly before it rests.
Why must my soul, from my body, unwind?
Am I destined to fail the final test?
Even belief in a blessèd heaven
Leaves so much to the imagination
That some have turned it into a weapon
And, by fear, set nation against nation.
Even so, of such is our soul composed,
Bad with good entangled, God only knows!
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