thump. thump. thump. thump.
on and on it goes…
how many beats? nobody knows.
to it’s credit it is shockingly relentless
practically begging you to forget about it
and so you do.
day in. day out.
working in the background.
as you mosey around.
the sound drowns
it fades away
day after day after day
it’s funny the things in life that we take for granted
the constructs that are nestled so deeply within us
but then again, this is by necessity
see, you and me
we are free
from the things on repeat
all the mundane
the plane.
or else we’d go insane
losing the bandwidth to understand the novelty emerging in frame
thump. thump. thump. thump.
again again and again and again
the vibrance of this beat understood only within
for its outwardly presence is one of deception
cloaking the tireless force that breeds conception
a force so fundamental to this very moment
that if stopped, will kill you.
one second contains beauty at an unknowable scale
it possesses sunsets and sunrises
the enthralling world that lies within a lover’s eyes
the smell of bacon
or the occasional pleasant surprise
they layers of life are one of ultimate technicolor
woven in miraculous fashion
full of splendor and clover
shouldn’t we be thanking our heart that this isn’t over?
thump. thump. thump. thump.
a second can also drag its nails deep into your skin
it has the power to break you
exposing the fragility and impermanence of the spin
yes the rotation you’ve grown so accustomed to
going round and around on a floating rock called Earth
the only thing you’ve ever known since it gave rise to your birth
yes, this too has fallen into the realm of the mundane
and isn’t that shame?
life is fading. beat by beat.
while necessary and easy to forget
let this sit
and simmer
and serve as a reminder to remember
that there is unfathomable beauty in this second
and it isn’t forever
for our existence is at the mercy of the mundane forces doing us a favor.