In the twilight of the morning <br />before the razor woke itself, <br />I dreamed that all of us, <br />with no exception, were searching <br />only for the heart of heart, <br />that was still growing in our chests. <br />I'll call her Mary, and she possesses it, <br />this heart of heart. I only wonder now <br />if knowing one will be sufficient <br />to save and nurture fully what is known <br />only to me as my most valuable, <br />also sacred of possessions. <br />But does this entity protect itself <br />by placing armour skilfully around <br />its sphere of sheer humanity, <br />and godliness. No need to fret.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-need-to-fret/
