Tesselating rhythm of a beating heart, of a bleeding heart;
Lost in the sound within the sound like an echo
that stretches on and on in a cave of infinite beyond.
Imagine passing through that point of the event horizon
where all and nothing stretches so thin existence breaks...
No self can survive in that void - so then, what comes out the other side?
I am flow,
a conduit for the wondrous and impossible beauty of this universe.
You think the chemical bond of your rigid will is the only thing that can keep me together.
But I think maybe its the spaces between the breaks that truly deepens a soul's beauty and power.
Scarred yet shatter-proof I remain... quietly, ferociously here and now.