a human heart can steal your soul

round and round we go,
from bedroom to bishop noise,
but let's start with cleaning up this puzzle.

I see a box, I see a girl,
and I ask do you want to finish
the milkman moon?

apologies for this poem,
but I have to go 
and sweat somewhere savage.

there is no such thing
as silence,
because even my beating heart captures us all.