beat...

turbulent flow
from a laminar state
circles to go
not a minute to late
centrifugal tides
life needs and abides
the furnace, the fire
moved by desire
pushing a medium
bringing life... exuding freedom

four chests of treasure
locking in life's crimson jewels
money cannot measure
what makes people fools
arising to Cerberus' gate
in a rhythmically monotone rate
as part of Charon's mix
in the human red river Styx
where trabecular tributaries converge
and as one all emerge

now set to freedom
but its only an illusion
no escaping the kingdom
of tubed lines, red run within
where is one free?
where does one flee?
Out
About
to the periphery
where one can feel but not see

the beat of a drum
flaps against a finger
crescendo, decrescendo,
doesn't stay, doesn't linger
a duty to complete
life giving need to self-deplete
a small scale stock exchange
to particularly rearrange
a nihilistic cable car moves
now empty, rides in the grooves

the slow return home
drawn to a common place
a great depression drone
no excitement to embrace
drifting along
melancholy song
return to the core
forevermore
where the end is the start
of the beating heart.


love to all,
gm2