Lacuna

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A closed heart
feeble and delicate as it's been
dispersing from dream to dream
to the remnants of the past
to the realities of the future

It comes warm as sunlight
and anon, algid as dawn
It opens its cage
for a grasp on a whim
for a joy unforeseen

Only its will isn't feeble
its helm is the mind
it breaks others’
it breaks itself
Until it evanesce fast
in a single blow of the wind.