the life

Hear!

The ice is melting, and the storm clouds are moving towards sunnier horizons. My being, encased in stone, stires and cracks its cold tomb. Tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump; the long forgotten beat. Winter has broken a morning anew, and the snow retreats its icy hands from their clutch around my heart.

Look!

A slimy, limp, muscle. The once proud orgain writhes beneath its coating of fat; still and silent from disuse. The heart of fat, the soul of dread. Tha-thump, tha-thump. A renewed pulse, stronger now. Oh sturdy muscle, how the green struggles against the brown grasp of melting snow! Icy fingers, be gone! Lurk no more in the recesses of my soul, plotting to take over my being. A feeling, climb the valleys and wade the oceans. A quest, par say! Beautiful rhythms, how their mating dance paints colors in the skies!

Feel!

My disused muscle, the pulse of the land, rises from its winter bed. It pulls off the sheets, stripping away the layers so carelessly, a flower with many petals. Tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump! Oh! Cower, my children! The twigs snap and fall, the green spreads o'er all. Fear the disuse of the heart! It grows cold with stone, rejected by all, or burns, raging hot when left to its own devices. Flower here, flower there. So many petals that follow the wind, and many choose to stay to its stem. Exercise that muscle that becomes fat! Use thy heart, my children, for the head often meddles with the mind; and the soul grows strange with dread. Sun! Light! Break! Bow! Morning star reigns once more. Spread my body with your mercy! The night has come to pass.

Smell!

These contours, my blood and lifeline, trickling out of a woulnd and circling around my body into my oceans, my irises into the hearts of men. How my nerves shake with anger! Pulsing my body into a seizure of madness! How my towers fall! Tha-thump, tha-thump...and how my eyes crease with sadness, washing away all that has come to bee...But there is love! That wonderful antidote of gladness, giving the heart all it needs to be!

Taste!

The sound of my irises breaking against the land, their sourness lapping at the sand. My heart fire, oh burn mightily! How it roiling, boiling, tumbles down again, out of my mind and onto my land, my body, my soul. My heart: Tha-thump, tha-thump. Beating controls me, soothes me. Milk like creamy clouds, the things of my brain, crests over my irises: the waves. Mmmmm...how good the health of me tastes! The spirit free! Against the cold and out of the tomb! Break the heart and shun the gloom! My cloud, my sky, my spirit lie, rest together on the shores of my body!

Tha-thump! Tha-thump! Tha-thump!