Heart to Understand

Swirling...
A state of thought,
Of being
One cannot understand.
The spiral loops
Of garbage and sand
Rarely settle
Below the burning pungent land.

Down, Down everything goes;
Down, Down the sinkhole.
Down, Down the journey begins,
Down, Down the journey ends.
Whittling rocks with bits of piss,
Smoothing the stone with things remiss,
Down, Down the empty rabbit hole,
Down, Down, like everything goes.

We never were
In a state where we wanted to be.
We made do with what we could see,
Touch;
No wants
Just needs.
The rats ate the garbage
Which ate the fish,
Which ate the algae,
Which will eat we.
We ate the rats
And so the rats are we.
According to the adage
'We are what we eat.'.

In the spiral
Everything dies
We live and learn,
Fail and Die.
What else is there
On the horizontal sky?
What else is there
When we roll the die?

Love is foreign.
Hate is sweet.
Anger, you can dine on.
Sadness will get you beat.
Why do you feel them?
What is their worth
Down in the spiral
Where nothing is worse?

From birth to death
We rely on the garbage.
From birth to death
That is all we will know.
From birth to death
Questions lie beyond the sinkhole.
From birth to death
We will never know.
From birth to death,
It's not so hard to understand
That the heart was never meant to be.

ISA


This marks the end...of the 'Heart to Garbage' series. I hope you enjoyed them.