Slow this heart,
It's pulse due in time,
Unhook the veins that pump this life,
not as to end it,
but to pause the clock from ticking.
The world begins to pace,
The animation goes page by page,
until they are revealed,
no longer a flowing river of occurrence.
Perhaps then I'll have captured you,
Oh elusive one,
Lord of time.
I need more,
as to better understand this heart of mine.
Why it coils in knotts,
Or fails to fall,
Why it gets attached when it should not.
For my heart has it's own mind.
Let me understand it as if it were my own,
give me the time to do so,
and slow my breathing,
the world's extension,
so that I may finally grasp that,
which no one may.
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC
Slow this heart,
It's pulse due in time,
Unhook the veins that pump this life,
not as to end it,
but to pause the clock from ticking.
The world begins to pace,
The animation goes page by page,
until they are revealed,
no longer a flowing river of occurrence.
Perhaps then I'll have captured you,
Oh elusive one,
Lord of time.
I need more,
as to better understand this heart of mine.
Why it coils in knotts,
Or fails to fall,
Why it gets attached when it should not.
For my heart has it's own mind.
Let me understand it as if it were my own,
give me the time to do so,
and slow my breathing,
the world's extension,
so that I may finally grasp that,
which no one may.
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