The Theory of Things That Never Die

So now, the bucket's on t's side - and the volume is free - to go where it may - but now, the legacy - to liberate the beating heart - will gravitate back to the chains - it crawls - back inside - to it's cage - while the ribs - of the cell - could break easil - now - the map is set - the compass finds its mark - the point it's always known - we swim among the waves and sink - beneath the waves - the love and the hate, the spent attempts between two objects.