i am holding a warm beating heart in my hand

i am holding a warm beating heart in my hand. i close my eyes:
if only i could rest from such a heart, from such a weight;
if only i could get immersed in a cold bath of non-existence, transcendent invisibility. i pray to the emptiness:
inhabit this self-entity with the ability to be nothing;
let these non-linear, metaphysical speculations navigate my naked body—while i am still holding this warm beating heart