#557

“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