Well there’s a
beating beating beating
unseen hidden underneath
Godly clockwork
endless miracle
this grave engine
dark ensheathed
a marking marking marking
of time still passing on
like the steady
drum drum drumming
of an endless rhythmic rhyme
and every moment
every hour
tick tick ticking
passing by
a lifetime’s worth
of joy and love and grace
of pain and hurt embrace
of breathing breath’s
sweet first and fitful final sigh
no more then,
marking days of dark and light
a quiet cold, cold, cold
the winding hand
reach down and in and past
filling void with newness
needless measure
eternity takes hold
Harnessing Chaos 