Metronome
all neglect
that lilting strum of blood
and bone
Intensely rhythmic pulse of heart
we come
Thoughts of hidden neurons
brain stem thrum
Deep within the belly of this need
we want
We search whatever is begotten
born and dies
Within the shell of pure savant
we keep
the measure for the music
of our souls
to sing our lives
(Copywrite 2001)
