Heavy hearts have gravity.
I have seen the well in your eyes.
That smile in them, lost in the instant.
Like a dying sun, a billion lifetimes away.
There is no sound in the vacuum.
You generate no heat in the absolute zero.
It's continental drift time again.
Absorbed under a skin as hard as stone,
The fire in your belly is no port of call
For the journeyman lover of all things fine.
There is nothing to be mined.
You kept it all for your own devices.
I can see you mumbling now, as you puzzle away.
The cross words are easier on your ears,
Since everything you hear is cryptic.
There's no bafflement in your world.
There'll only ever be that safe bit of knowledge
That your way is the right way, 'til your dying day.
So the offerings you do make will make do,
Until such a time when you can reflect
That apathy is rarely a welcomed gift.
That atrophy is a sin.
That new suns are born as stars die,
And all you're left with is a dwindling fire.
Take a look as the universe fades,
With that familiar glint in your eye.
I don't know what makes you so starstruck,
With all these black holes you create.
There's no sanctity in their deconstruction,
As the Grim Reaper calls for his share.
Take a look as your universe fades.
Smile if you know where you'll next find it,
Complete and wholesome in its entirety.
Let us all know when you arrive there,
Like the avenging angel you are.
Wilful, heretic, with a scar for a mind.
