My granite heart is of molten rock br Washed water smooth, cooled by breath br Of reason. Do as you wish. I will br Not falter on my way. I lie br At the centre and follow the flow of br Blood. I am the blood, I am the heart; br I allow this flow. I swallow an br Unfathomable pain. Through my blood br And my bones I grind it down to memory. br What remains is sweet, and I remember.