All I ever knew wasn't enough:
knowledge and its enigmas;
feels and its tricks;
the ultimate measure of a heart.
I don't need a cardiologist,
I know where it stands,
I know how it breaks,
I know what it does:
It enables me to feel.
It disables me to be real.
What I feel versus what I know
Different parts of the same whole.
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