Heart Suture

Harm
I'm sure you'll come to harm
When you're shoring up a feeling
When you're climbing up from being knocked down
Put all your thoughts away
Thoughts of escape and the dark side
Shiva the unknown has unfairly curtailed her
Just listen and hold on
There's a world out there that carries on
I've been there a million times
Perhaps in a past life
Or perhaps when we're all as one
At the end of time
It's something along these lines
It's hard to say what I mean

Things never change, they're always in motion

And being contented is simply giving up
Faking out
Shuffling off
Exiting stage left
Aborting the mission
Pressing eject
Powering down
Back turn slow walk to sunset horizon
Final cast of the die
Last frail leaf drop from winter branch
Last ebb
Joule meter reaches zero
Flywheel spins down
Capacitors drain to slow fade of blue LED
The lead weights
The wings clipped
The plug pulled
Ignition off
Final check round before selling up
Last bus out of town
Final whistle blown
Last rumble of storm thunder
The resigned eyes of an old drunk in the cold night of a forgotten alley
Nothing earned
Nothing owed
Nothing taken
Nothing given
Absence
Non-being
The void.

Emptiness is form, form is emptiness