Finish me off!
This going back and forth
Across the threshold
Is driving me crazy
Empty and delicious
Then full of thought
Now inside... as "That"
Now distinguishing again
Where is the chopping block?
My neck is drawn
Like lovers
To the Union
Beloved Self
Be merciful to what's left of me
Finish the job you started
With one beautiful swinging arc of the blade
There... now rolling to the ground
A severed head
And its dreamer
What is left?
Just this...
The sun shining through
An empty mind
-Chris McCombs
