Pulse Poem by Thomas Ware

A dark pulse.
A red glimmer shooting past the walls of life.
Black liquid thudding, dimly,
Sustained by one great organ
But running through, past, and between all else.
The crimson tide churns slowly and quickly, thickly spilling in to nourish tissues.
Maroon waters RUSH
Constrained barely by the arterial membranes,
Using pressure to fulfill all.
Force of the heart pushing, pushing, pushing
Feeding, energizing the gross meat,
The flow creates and sustains all art all life all creation all minds.
STREAMING
The magic is in the blood of the living
Tap into the current and find wisdom,
Find power and strength,
Find the source;
Dwell for too long and be consumed.
One cannot see the red
Only HEAR and BE.
Listen.
Thud, thud, thud.
Thud, thud, thud.
Listen.
It is within you:
Listen and you will lose your grip on the sane:
Listen and you are a prisoner to the beat.
Listen and you are the free slave of blood and it's rhythm.