That rare form of leisure
That mystical stroll
Where outside is space
And inside’s a black hole

And you know that you’re changing and falling apart
Round this cosmic collapse of the star that’s your heart

So let yourself go
Fall into that hole
Like a tunnel through space
To the seat of your soul

Where all is collapsing and being reborn
And the break in your heart is a break in the storm
That’s shaking your roles
And waking your soul
To the state of your goals
And where to perform

Be still in that nova*
Collapse calls for peace

…feel every iota…

~ and feel it release ~