Early morning pulse Felt nostalgic Missed “P” waves Being Alchemist
Words in motion With a memory shared Toss and turns Reasoning reborn Inside a neutral brain Melodic Illusion Of a memory express Grant one more day Master of a fate Begin a story Mirroring self Journey of endurance With an epic end A last victory The essence of smile
Begin an experiment W…M…PQ…F….f…… Then, life comes to life P-QRS-T.......P-QRS-T Sign of a fluorescence life
They showed the broken rhythm of my heart With inky ripples traced in peaks and troughs The night when sudden life was torn apart Left echoes like a dry persistant cough This paper trail more signature of self Than any scribbled scrawl of given names More indication of my vital health Than any poet’s talk of light or flames My quick survival charted there as fact. “And here, you see a murmured aftershock” The remnant spider scribe of heart attack My ailing pulse, my brittle ticking tock Once took a moment’s beat to catch its breath And left me reeling at the edge of death.