Not often heard, such coral springs
That expand and bend and lever things.
Like clicking ticks in rotating wheels,
Inside our heads, on highest heels.
But works are there, inside my head
That amount to little like seamless threads
For I rust and jam and stick and crack
But beneath my chest my heart's intact.
It's seen its age of drowning oft'
In selfish tears from selfish thoughts
And its had its shock from running red
But it is weak, like wheels in my head
But i made it not, as i oft' forget
(My swelling pride hasn't left me yet)
But deliberate it is, a plan i know little
So i follow the track and sit an twiddle.
My eyes on sky and fists in front
My feet on road so rough and blunt
My heart, I know, its left to fell
As i should see, my Nimrodel
But I know my place, and it's dark nutrition
But I shall provide a disposition
For love is my sword, and LOVE my lover
From brinks of life or eternal slumber