Solve the riddle of a life...

A heart that drove life to the fingertips of a comatose stupor, when even the mind willed the body to dust.
A heart that quickened when the grass blew in argent ribbons against an autumn sky and cried for the lack of sharing.
A heart that inspired others to love, to breathe, to create in the smallest sense art, and in the largest manifestation of it's warmth, new life not long for worldly things...

Knowing this heart, Introduced as you are.
Now open the mind to shadow... Or it's Vestige. Accept That there are moments when that same heart can barely imitate the luster required to string two beats together. Like some limping automaton from Grimm's horror show it drags each moment along behind the next labored step.Function following function, "est" for the sake of "est."
It beats... because it can. Because it always has.

Shedding the innocent arrowhead shape of greeting cards and finger painted window frost, it adopts now the cold reality of the machine under flesh, a system of tubes and pumps, nutrients born of marrow and proteins. The cold fusion reactor of a trapped animal. The Clay mechanism of a golem. And the last thing it remembers, is the spark of fidelity to hope, that defines humanity.
The last thing it will trade is the tell-tale sound of a heartbeat, and put in it's place like a fractured wind-chime, the sound of an icicle hitting asphalt, then being crushed underfoot. Repeated in a cacophonous crescendo, until all sounds are monologue, and the only thoughts that stay, are the ones that freeze, and stick, and drown.

You hear it inside...slowly. Like a hospital patient recognizing the new sound of a pacemaker, discordant, inhuman rhythms shuffling from where the love used to be. You draw the distractions of the world around you, running from the sound of your little pump. Terrified of silence.
A life, becomes a new and terrible womb.
And like a ravaged Eden, it's greatest insult is it's continued existence.

No happy thoughts today. I will not fly. My love gave me up for Lent.

Smile for me please.