Pangaea

You hold it out like a weapon you’re not sure you are ready to use
Like a gift you’re not sure you are willing to make
And after a rapturous struggle we rest
I put my ear to your chest and I listen for the signal to your next earthquake

Across the increasing distance of our continental drift
Comes the low rumble as your affections shift like tectonic plates
And the house I’ve built on your seismic divide
Shakes and cracks as your halves grind, settle and slide

Here it comes, the landslide’s crashing
Here it comes with bodies thrashing
Here it comes the famine and fasting
Here it comes

Here it comes the seas are turning
Here it comes the forests are burning
Here you come with all your yearning
Here you come

And the aftershock after the turmoil abates
Is the quick crisp snap of my heart when it breaks