Inside a black heart,
a heart attack will react
to a dual wish:
to get from here to there.
That which fueled
deep in the veins,
misdirected and affected
the simple and the sane.
That which evicts
the trick that mixed
signals that trigger
what I give God to fix.
Within the mix I beg,
within my soul, grateful,
within my soul, a soul
for control, not hateful.
Instill the will to thrive,
to keep me safe,
and wish us well; I keep
love, my heart, safe.