Drummer

Smoke, from sage spirals in grey curls.
Whirls and cleans, the the drummers fast beat.
Pulsing with us, thum thum thum.
Writhing and turning the room, and the drum.
The beat of biology,
enacted with passion.
Nature in sways, noise and action.
Touching the roots of the air,
our strings,
vibration.

Flickering fire lights the walls.
Dark night rolls
it's freshness and breath,
touching our souls,
our commonality with all life,
and the pulsations within our atoms.

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