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
circles never cease
rings have no end
no beginning
they
like us
just
are

yet

 try we will
even as nature patiently waits

 how anxious we are to control
that which is...

the beat
the pulse
some think it
life
death

but...

pure matter knows better
stays aware
in spite of us
its offspring

pulsing circles