up and down
stairs
elevators
floors
ceilings
the heart is not anchored
it lifts and drops
wind
rain
cloud
thunder
sun
the heart is not anchored
it drifts and dips
come
go
sit
stand
lie
the heart is not anchored
it soars and swoops
hands
fingers
hair
back
eyes
the heart is not anchored
it smiles and weeps
all... because... of the sweet uncertainty
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