My heart is a chameleon,
pigments flow with ease to match the moods and backdrops...
It flows from full to empty,
sometimes even with the measure of a beat,
only to pour out again,
drawn by its own secret tides no one can predict.
An amazing little thing, this seat of emotions,
so real, yet in truth it resides elsewhere,
among the temples of the soul,
but close enough that I feel each sway and twist it makes.
And its deep-skinned changes are all a part of me,
of the flow of my life and love,
and how firm I keep my foot planted in the world.
~~Fiddler 09/22/2001
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