Listen. Be silent.
Be still.
The sound of life.
The swell of breath.
You are alive.
Cross my heart and hope to die
Give up the fight, the anguished cry
I hear the resonance of beats
that rhythmic mighty pulsing feat
Take this day your daily bread
Await, o child, the silent treads
as death stalks near
knocks with a leer
on your flimsy door.
Weight, alas, it could not bore.
Broken, frayed
I finally prayed
Oh Lord my soul
please take.
I like listening to your heartbeat.
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