what a boon it is to be inspired
so much so it overflows

words dancing across the page
to a heartbeats rhythm

balanced on the forever cusp
riding starshine

a seagull sings of fish
riding the tops of waves

a sailboat glides across the horizon
-slow boat to somewhere

poets hone their craft treading water
in solitude and silence

jealousy is seldom hidden
and its always lousy

finding your rhythm
because rhythm found you

robotic heart
keeps us going

robotic love
unrelenting