halves

heart just lay down on this plate
I've already prepared
the knife is sharp
I can divide you and all your intimacies
until all that exists is halves
until you know not one self
but many
with different kinds of eyes, seeing
aspects of unnamed things
blessings and curses mingled

mind just sleep here now in shade
I've already setup the blinds
the dark inside is perfect
I can promise you will know even less than nothing
until all that exists is extraneous
and heavy
with diffident ways of being, allowing
dreams of what could be
simply slip away

body just forget how you used to be
I've already erased the music
the silence is complete with pain
I can seperate your dependence and expectation
to nil, and then you will be
only empty
with the essence of tragedy imprinted like a song
eternally echoing
halves of living