Bicicletta

shattered heart

with my 
    rough
    right hand
i
    pick up 
    the shattered
    pieces
of my heart
to collect
    in my
    cupped
    gnarled
    left hand

while
    the immanently
    turbulent
fluid dynamics
    modeled with a
maelstrom
    of
zeroes
    and
ones
       crumbles
    as a
creation
    of
chaos of binaries
    with
no flesh
nor blood

the ancient
gravitational waves
    pull me
    into you
and unfathomed,
    my heart
    feels you

unrevealed
    secrets
hidden
    meanings

unknown
    and
unknowable
    my heart
loves
you
    though i
never
found
you