Salty Singularity

We're born- we live-we take-we give. We knead love while churning hate. Love comes through the curtain unabated then leaves with a clack, like the song of a raven. We sashay into open hearts... unleashing a maelstrom of fiery darts. God prunes the root of our pain and balms the burning in the brain... in return we curse his blessed name. We rage -we rejoice-aging ungracefully. Every breath is a gilded blessing...I think. The sundial is cranked up to full speed. My circle shrinks into a salty singularity...