One walkway splits into two as two halves make a whole.
Step by step the gravel crumbles.
Moment by moment the serpentine path coils.
In the middle of my path there lies a shell, to the looter go the spoils.
Yet as I grasp it my fingers decide to fumble!
As it breaks upon the ground, it is revealed to open into a bowl:
Hollow, empty.
A shadow walked upon the path matching my own, a Familiar one.
I tossed my broken hollow pieces at it.
Upon catching it they became one, once more. Radiating heat.
They had fixed what I had done,
And in the center of the item it appeared to be lit?
I recognized the item, as a familiar organ, regaining its beat.
i get the heart. but i feel as tho im not deep enough to grasp the entire thing. i feel a little dim. this must be explained to me. altho its painting a picture that confuses me i do like it
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