Crab And Capricorn

Razor-sharp the sound of your words, lacerating with cruelty; with jealousy, and obsession, into the wounds of my heart you do not permit to heal. But I have learnt to atrophy the hallucinogenic songs of illusion, and the fascinating planets of your eyes; I have learnt to mend, to stitch, and seal the fragile love-jelly in the carapace of determination: — Throw further words heavy as stones, and my carapace shall re-percuss them into your capricious caprine horns: breaking your ego, and crumbling at my feet: — and it shall smash in thousands of pieces beneath my feet, as I tread on it mercilessly, as you did to my heart! —The duel of love is over! what we to do? —elucidate the mystery of love? we are two weary musical-battlefield fighters: too tired to fight any longer: —carapace and horns! — you pick the pieces of your broken ego, and I, those of my broken heart, and leave the battle—to heal, in a secret silence.