this beat pushes life
like a
red river rushing
one
pulse
at a time
flame and fuel
rhythm-engine running
every laugh & cry
beating passion
beating pain
beating pleasure
beating the waking night
while the cold fresh moon
silvers off singing skin
a caged metronome prisoner
pounding ivory bars
but who hears the spaces
between the pressing
where every living crush
longs for an echo
and is met with
empty absence?
what strange creatures are we
who spend as much time dead
as we do alive…
Harnessing Chaos 