beat

Sometimes, when I get like this
I just have to speak to
Write it down and
Walk it out.

They flow in and through and out
Around and from
My soul and being to
Tongue and meaning
Marching out of the gates of white teeth in my closing door of mouth.

Moving and passing.
Like the trees that go past on this
Treadmill of trail.
My arms propel the leaves and branches past.

This dirt beneath a repetition of
Things that were and
Up ahead the unveiling branches
Illuminate the things to come.

The cars and roads and tracks that take us and
Break us.
Beyond what were to a new and
Transformed you.

A hand past my face looks like the same
Holding up your heart that you tried
So hard to glue in place
Though they kept pulling and tearing it
Out to hit your you.

This dirt full of dust
Made of the men who came out of such ground.
To teach you and me the things
We'll learn to be.

As we go in and out and by and down
The slopes to the river
Where we can sit and enjoy
Joy.
To be clothed in the peace of joy
Found on the trail of this pain;.

It may seem like monotonous minuted of movement
Like the branches and green only slide
Past and your effort is a little pointless
But no.
yes.
You are going.
This heart will soon stay attached.