That is the answer my senses give to
The question that has not been asked.
No need to wait for the dramatic pause:
Trying to slow the beating of my heart
Is like asking a dead man to come
Unconsciously, my tongue licks across
My upper lip. It might as well have been
My head nodding yes.
There’s no problem with my heart. It is
Fully engaged, engorged and enlivened.
I feel it in my chest: powerful and vibrantly
Throbbing to keep pace with the demands
Of a body unaccustomed to this exertion.
~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart
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