To know is but the flair
of a rhythm jumping in the beating air
which drums against each atrium singing
“ba-boom” ,“ba-boom”…
and stops
to confront the fact that floods your veins
and somehow just entered your brain
to open eyes and cease bloody pain,
totaling those million chores of every refrain,
but now the chorus has electrified
every cell without a sensible reason why
you are shocked, tied up, and carried away
to a cloud where clean crisp air whisks your face
flying away deep into space
where it would be rude to hear the plea to come down
and face the old, pale, slighting frown
of the hard ground that really lies beneath your feet
but for the drums, hearing sleeps
in veins yelling, dancing, and eating the sound
to the “ba-boom” “ba-boom”
of a heart soaring above loud.
Copyright 2008 by Jessica Anne McLean, all rights reserved.
The Rose 
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