Deconstruction of the Great Immovable

I want to put my heart to sleep

To suture this wound

To mend the gulf of wanting

Bade me my spirit

You break my will

You break my body

I want to put my hands to rest

My back to the Dawn

I become, become life

If only my heart could talk

Give loss, everything

Rest in the yellowed moss

Branches above

Leafless grey

Now can my body die?

Hollow trunk the same as I

There was no point to this beautiful

Artless work

A life removed

Branches above

Leafless grey

I want to put my heart to sleep

To suture this wound

To mend the gulf of wanting

Bade me my spirit

You break my will

You break my body

I am my god

I went to embrace this new world

Just as this flame in front of my eyes

Flickered and burned low

And finally died out

I became the earth

To ferry our vast black souls into the nothing

And never return

Now can my body die?

And never return, return