Much Like The Heart Is As Time Is

Who's been nipped by loves poison dagger
Those slicing eyes lightning from the skies
So, then you're still breathing still bleeding
But for how long, and of cause, once bitten
Twice shy, life you see!
Life forfeits love.
As it does Christmas wrapping paper
The gift is as the air — in your lungs
You cannot contain love
But you can be a consumer of love
It is as nothing else is
It is as much like the heart is as time is.
Its beating patter cannot be stopped
And yet; it too is like a bottled genie freed
And all of us… behold its mystical-magic
Life birth and death
Death birth and life
And then even when you're quite dead
All you need do is just follow its exhaled thread…

by Mark Heathcote

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