Bald heart

Maybe she’ll walk
her way into being a monk
that way she can lavish
all her being which
beats in her bald heart
in moon rain that falls

Perhaps someday
she’ll grow like Ani
she of the beatific smile
and sweet voice
radiant beyond measure
sublimated

until then she will wander
bleeding, stanching
tears or blood
who is to know?

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