This Tell-Tale Heart

So soft,
the distinctions
between here and there,
the inspired moment
and its expired shadow.

Breath,
given this dilemma,
is not enough to ground
here, there and now
with lively vigor and vibrance.

||: Thunder me, thunder!
            In thickets of rhythms;
                        thunder me, thunder me,
                                    and move my feet! :||

They find me in a hurry,
            they find me in a flurry,
                        then all bright and early,

                                    to sing my song!

||: The beating drum is in me,
            I gotta know,

                        gotta feel,

L 1. gotta see :|| L 2. gotta be ! ||
                                   

||: They find me in a hurry,
            they find me bright and early,
                        they thunder me, thunder me,
                                    L 1. and move my feet :|| L 2. and sing my beat ! ||

© 2013 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen

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