Smoking crux
In its time

Like a diamond
To me it shines.

The vessel rewinds
Beats so steady-
The heart is
Soft, though
Hardness heavy.

So many follow
And choose the
Path, of hardening
Their drumming

Jingle flasks.

Some flasks hold
Pure good blood,
Some are in dying,

Some live for love-
My heart has let go
Of all former aches,
My heart now bongo's
To tempos grace.