What Poem by Francois Hoon

Watts a million pulse my life
Pulse pulse, a cutting knife
Cut cut, my spirit to bare
Quest a midway lifecurrent, share

Outward looking, my heart a hesitant glare
Visions appear
Static sparks lingering fear
Longing o loving tear

Abolish my life’s larks
Thrust bare Your core
Lingering a lark song
Progress o my soul else shivering in duress
Be You my goal, be me more less

Quench thorough my lacking of living prime
Sickened of lifetaste a soury lime
Chime, chime the clock of time
Will ever I reach Celestial rhyme?