Everything stops.
Your ribs are bleeding heat.
He’s angled like a tiger at hunt,
With a hatchet in his hand.
You taste blood,
And see the midnight sun,
A shaft that cuts a column between you.
Everything stops.
A terminating point
In a line made up of infinite points.
The walls have fallen quiet—
Beneath your touch—
The button’s bony shell,
The drop that yawns in front of your feet, oh.
Everything again;
Within each turn, another;
Repeats smeared together to stasis
‘Til the core is pulled to breach.
Oh to step
Is to let your hand come down
Is to tilt over the edge and fall.
The trailing push—
That crushing absent weight—
The prison walls of your skull,
And the prospect of escape.
Everything stops.
This too shall pass.
The fate of everything is to one day come apart.
At the end of each line, another finds its start.
Beyond the veil of time, a softly beating heart.
And at every arrival, the promise to depart.
The fate of everything is to one day come apart,
And come apart.
A friend of mine put me in touch with this dude a million years ago and he was the friendliest, most helpful guy in the world. And this EP is a jam. Leonardo's Robot
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