Pulsing Circles

rhythmic saturation
beat banging
edge ringing
bells imploding
microbial dithering
extremes of the tick tock
dickory dock
reminding the alive
who needs a clock

to listen
 is to hear

 tissue stretched
bumpity bump
blood surging
muscles of the mind
stretching synaptic melodies
ripening the melancholy fruit
swaying the anxious limbs
engorging the reticent vines

 the season's harmony

tis a symphony of the age
finding infinite movements
awash in ethereal seduction
needs awaiting their harvest
pulsation of the unknown
opening veins of return
the flow reminding
circling never ceases
rings have no end
no beginning
they
like our own

molecular matter

is forever cycling

awaiting the next round

iterations are perpetual yet try

we will even as nature patiently waits
 how anxious we are to control
that which is the beat

the pulse some think

 is life and death

even the purity of matter

 knows better staying aware

 in spite of us
its offspring

 pulsing

 circles

forever