ex nihilo res fit

If an eye-for-an-eye makes the whole world blind,
I know where all the stolen hearts go.

He keeps them in his house, a special room.
He saves the passion and the longing and the tears.

Whenever someone gives up on themselves,
He offers a home to those great muscles of life and love.

Whenever someone fights and hates, apathy rising in their throats,
He cleans their coelom, cleanses their souls.

He takes what is broken, what is rejected, what is hurt,
What is bleeding and lost.

And he shares them with me--all the things I lack.
He has showed me this room, we have listened to the thump.

We have sat down together, intertwined, and listened to the song
Of a million hearts beating within our chests.

How else can we account for making something so beautiful,
Out of someone we thought we never had?