Made to give life, the crux of Life.

Unending in it’s purpose until the appointed time; It’s failure.

A deep hole within holds it’s precious prize; a Pandora’s box of life giving Hope secured by a pericardial packaging.

We know its contents. A shell containing ventricles, atriums, and passageways. A spelunker’s cave of wonders.

Red waves in constant flow; a rivière à courant.

Blood.

Quickening release, squeeze, and push. A perpetually uninterrupted symphony of movements, the sounding of “Lub dub”, “Lub dub”. Notes perfect to the listener’s ear, eavesdropping on auscultation.

The “Tell-Tale Heart” making itself known, hidden under the floor boards of bone and flesh.

Time is the enemy of it’s pace. A ticking time bomb. One day ceasing.

Until then we live our life. Enjoying the inner lying mortal clock, ticking, ticking, ticking.

The Human Heart.