#557
October 6, 2014

“The Brain, within its Groove
Runs evenly–and true–
But let a Splinter swerve–
‘Twere easier for You–
To put a Current back–
When Floods have slit the Hills–
And scooped a Turnpike for Themselves–
And trodden out the Mills–“
-Emily Dickenson- #556
The Heart, within its Chambers
Runs rhythmic–and true–
But let a Pump misfire–
‘Twere easier for You–
To gather Feathers back–
When Winds have spread them Thin–
And turned Liveliness into Void–
And tarred the truest Hymn–
-Hovhannes Mkhitaryan- #557