Eppur Si Muove

My dear,

Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all.
Let it cling onto your back
and weigh you down into
eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it
devour your remains.
For all things will kill you,
both slowly and fastly, but
it’s much better to be killed by a lover.

Falsely yours