Pulse
whispering hands
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Percussion; exploding from the sky,
Our Maker's personal kick drum.
Resounding vibrations tickle the ear drum,
Causing our gaze to rise skyward; just in time...
Fragile slivers of light; in crooked forms unfurl,
Expelling the dark, but for a moment.
Burning images are memorized by retinas,
Causing our eyes to shutter; just as the cycle repeats.
Ticky-tac, pitter-pat, shattering upon the roof.
Like a snare drum on a roll.
Then comes the kick drum once more,
And again the flashes of memory in the dark.
Pulse, beat, flash, crack..Life is priceless and endless at once.. this is what we remember.
Our Maker's personal kick drum.
Resounding vibrations tickle the ear drum,
Causing our gaze to rise skyward; just in time...
Fragile slivers of light; in crooked forms unfurl,
Expelling the dark, but for a moment.
Burning images are memorized by retinas,
Causing our eyes to shutter; just as the cycle repeats.
Ticky-tac, pitter-pat, shattering upon the roof.
Like a snare drum on a roll.
Then comes the kick drum once more,
And again the flashes of memory in the dark.
Pulse, beat, flash, crack..Life is priceless and endless at once.. this is what we remember.
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