One thing I know

I like this idea of incorporating a fragment of another poem, but only if it’s my own (or the Oracle’s), and the fragment can be anything, a single line or image.

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One thing I know

I know I have a heart because
it aches,
for the new lives that pass beneath the harvester’s blades,
the old lives beneath bombs, rising flood waters.

The world
aches, and darkness curls its oily fingers,
though the sun spreads like honey,
running like small children through
the fields,

and we pretend the searing of the sky
is the swoop and dart of swallows,
and only diamonds fall in the rain.