Motion Carried

Here. Have a poem.

The rhythm of the lines -
Steady - beat, beat.

Blue bars on a page,
Thick beats on a drum.
Versatility in motion,
In sound, in sight.

Touch the bitter colors
Taste the silken verbs
See the rhythms inside;
Hammering at the walls,
Scratching at my throat.
Dry birds, thick wingbeats,
Buzzing at my fingertips -
Beat, beat, beat...

Steady as a motor,
As a pulse in my wrist.

Hear the shift in motion.
Air thickens, movement
Hastening to keep up -
Beat, beat, beat.