Thrumming, humming, lub dupping beat of the drum,
Twitching fingers typing out a tap tap beat.
Sense of something significant just beyond the brink,
Superficial or deep?
Alkaloid induced catecholamines pouring over and under,
A bitter bath of liquid memories.
Trapped in the past, phantom chains grabbing at the reigns,
Looking for light in the forest of shadows
Pausing for breath, in the moment connects
The watcher with the wanderer
First a trickle, then a torrent,
an Oasis in the desert.
A subtle shifting of the situation,
Gives reason to go on.
