once you’ve been cut down I’m not sure it’s true you’ll come back bigger and stronger I’m not sure wiser, maybe (more cynical?) but stronger? I don’t know
you’ll persist this is all I know so far you’ll persist
You could tell me It does not matter The heart does not matter As much as The expanse of space. But I was born human Fashioned Of the very space atoms As was the hearth.
'tused to be I'd venesect And feel free Unburdened, briefly. Of late, the septic core of me Is out of reach No blood to purge E'en gifted leech Finds it hard going. I must, ere I merge My strength collect For a last arrowing.