quiet beats
the unfettered heart
with no chains
to press against
no box or board
to echo
so still one might
think
death had come
sickle-silent
in the willing air
no
soft sound
is life to the listening ear
staccato rhythm
sets pace to
live by
love by
listen by
lullaby
dreaming of future
marching forward
in time
always
in
time
Harnessing Chaos 