Cooling heart.

This earth has a heart.
This core stays apart.
Hot and red, round, soft and gold.
Deep far down, a billion years old.

This core stays apart.
The earth's breathing heart.

Sailing away on a cold river of souls.
A mother screams for her lost foals.
A maddened grieved mother cries,
As again and again her child dies.

What is it you do command?
What thoughts do you will?
On what land do you stand?
Is it fertile? Is it kind and still?

All what you have, all you gave,
All you left to come and save,
You can't glimmer, or touch?
Find the depths, and fear to clutch.

Dead lights! Morbidity surrounds.
Like strung up hopes, dancing clowns.

This core stays apart.
This cooling heart.