God's grace will swallow the whole world.
I'm scared of my heart. Of its failure, its murmur. It falls and I come crashing down underneath it. I'm afraid of its arteries that have formed connections, networks with other heart arteries, invisible to us, but yearningly proliferating from other bodies, living, breathing in a labyrinth of human exchange. The pressure of emotions forcing me through valves, phases and dazes. I'm afraid of back flow, relapse, the contraction of life pushing me through chambers of no return. I'm afraid of the arrhythmic, the involuntary, loss of control.