That from which the pulse beats
As drums bashing repeatedly
With a wild stare, an accompanied blush
The distant scape beckons
Raw energy, expansive space
Running forwards, spinning
Waving arms in all directions
Felling trees, launching an axe
This is when the adrenaline really spouts
Now racing straight
Continuing past the fires
Snake veins and 8 stroke heart, heat
Spent scapes left behind
Along an unseen path
Demarcated, well demarcated
Unseen through bloodshot eyes
…
“My Goddddddddd, this takes me to eternity and back”
Shuffling and coiling, along the red production line
Steam and grease and iron spinning
Past waking hours, lust knows no rest
Work, as a door, fist marks, indentations
Then, as the pavement, head marks, concussions
What’s left for sleep is passed over
Bricks bashed in with the face
“Maaaaake it more, take more, mooorree, Goddamn…”
Head, hands, face peeling time from the mold
A bat and a screaming headache
Spinning Visage, broken drywall
Pulling the strings above
Stilted motions of strength
Making them move
To pull the roof in
…
Then that which stopped short
Standing still next to a rail and a river
Carefully observing it flow
In increasingly predictable streams
No purpose
Empty, as if anemic
Waiting silently even to death
Still, watching, listening