stumbling out of hibernation,
tripping over forgotten trenches,
pawing earth and grazing sustenance-
feeling slowly beats through
the heart's anesthetized state.
       sleepy squints brush at the rise in light
filtering through winter's peel-
the periphery a golden crown,
its warmth shocking
each fossilized corpuscle.
       the heart is begrudgingly resuscitated,
its memory impossible to erase,
the source, which resurrected the impulses,
unaware of what is harder to revive
than surviving what was
the cause of its initial incarceration.

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