Soft sultry pillows of life

Sweep low and create across the heights

Inhale, smell the decay turn to growth

Another moment, the never ending oath

Of time, the endless rhyme

The pressures from below and high

A sea of moments, movements, fast slow

and sigh…

The urge, where impulses surge

Blood, life, energy reduced

and again and again produced

Inaccuracy the plague of…

the plague of…

Compulsion to understand irritating the hand

Becomes unbearable and cracks

A monumental chaos in tracks