Strong hearts aren't forever

It takes a strong heart, 
But strong hearts don't last
Forever.

A start is a start, 
But the heart pumps 
Lessen with Intensity over the course of the myre. 

Lugging body, 
Luggage carried round 
I suit to knowing 

Little as the moon knows, 
Jealous of the sun! who can
Secret all going-on's of a world screened from my eyes

By the draw of it's curtain. 
I must at least try to wield not sheath 
The sword of prayer.

I must have known, 
If only for not hiding knowing 
From myself, 

Latent as a patient obstructed 
By nothing. 
Or perhaps The tree 

Would have only known?
Do you see it in the mind, terrible as if lasting the fat
Black heart out, completely!

How ghastly to Invision life everlasting, 
All those hooks
And crannies.

The will to mistake the heart for what I wish 
Is not my own. 
Rather I move along morning,

A brand of feathers fixed brighter to my wings. 
I exhibit this entirely.