Free flow
Visceral and ephemeral
Make the call
As we hurtle
Through falless spaces
That are not places
Twisting and turning
In an attempt
To bite our own tails
To see what we are
And neatly and precisely
Describe what being us is all about
Blood pumps, heart beats
Mind spins upon its pin
And breathing out and breathing in
We embody what we seek
Never there was such a
Perverse and foolish thing
As man (and woman)
Falling in a spin
Here is where we are
And here, and here
Mind maps mean mind traps
Stasis is where death resides
Mind bleeds its expresssions
Through the body and through life
My heart beats
The rhythm of my life
And my skin tingles at the touch of fire on ice.