There is weight on my life and foul sweat
No, don't you fear the absence in mind?
Every care in the world forsakes, concentrate-
Baring heart in conscience and ecstatic pain,
Drumming to the beat of death close & nearby
Further bleeding, I cannot hide from my perceptive-
I HEAR creativity and the flicker of the moment
Of moving forward, a piano key or a chord
To be pressed, igniting the sound that gives breath
Pleasurable noise and warmth of hand
Binding air to wet tongue in mouth










