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Tuesday, April 18, 2006

And he was called the General-Commandant, and no position preceded his, because he ruled from the Tower where no stair could reach.

He was a great healer in his day. Then time decayed his goodwill, so his mind was ever bent on destruction.

This is what the General-Commandant says on the subject of surgery:

Surgery is an intricate art, which, when performed with an attitude of reverence and a determined hand, will allow the surgeon one the greatest bloody spectacles hidden away from everyday sight. The surgeon may uncover the great cavity in a masterpiece's stomach, where his repulsive, meagre vittles go to be churned away. He can reach in to untangle that huge ball of entwining tubes in the abdomen. He has access to any part of this scarlet world and view its gruesome wonders.

Leave the heart for the last, always. At the end of a day of frenzied struggle in a maddening world, take your sharpest dagger and cut cleanly across the masterpiece's chest, breaking the taut vessel of red liquid leading from the red fist of life. Bathe in the shower of blood pumping out from that fist. It is the fountain of life; cherish it and waste not. Let the warm essence of the body wash over your own wearied form.

Renew yourself.

On another grey day, amuse yourself with a few playful games with a knife whose point is sharpened to the point of invisibilitiy. An incision quick and clean, vertically across the heart. If your instrument is of the correct make, bones will prove to be as negligible as the dust that settles upon your finger; you flick it away with the slightest movement and it no longer exists as a nuisance to yourself. In the same way, your knife will move through the bones like your hand moving through the air.

Swiftness of hand is of essence in this singel cut. Else the flow of blood will be broken.

Watch as your trophy goes about his poor mundane routine, his heart beating as on any ordinary day. Then observe as he sees his admiration, and the pace of the red fist of life increases in speed.

Any vertical movement will induce the action of the heart.

It shifts...

One half moves downward, the other jolted upward. All vessels meet with a solid wall of flesh, and literally, life is cut off at the most crucial point in the masterpiece.

Laugh. Enjoy it.

Excruciating pain.

Ha, ha, ha.

And thus her heart was shifted, falling into place.

Rivulets of scarlet fluid running down my neck.
Basking in that living waterfall
Gushing out from your contrite heart.
The warm flow of your blood, your life
It pelts me with unceasing love.
I cherish your heart, dear one
It has finally shifted,
Falling into place.

I came to you with the sole purpose of repair
Came to you and your knives.
You laid me upon your table of cold marble
And cut me apart.
My heart was in two at the mercy of your blade
I didn't want to belong to you
But you have taken my blood, my life, my heart
It has finally shifted,
Falling into place.

She saw the pain he'd been going through
Pain from the separation of his own heart.
The cut that had so cleanly halved him
The deadly sharp swords of love
Had sliced, stabbed, plunged into him
So flowed their blood, their life
His heart and hers in two.
A healing half offered to each one.
Their hearts have finally shifted,
Falling into place.

- the Darkening Dawn


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