Poetry: Beats

Underneath my blood bones and skin

Beats a heart of red encaged and thin

Only the threadiest of pulses keeps me moving

It slows to a creep and it starts crawling

Up and down in and out the moment passes

I start to rebreathe old air and the gasses

Nourish me and frustrate me as under little frights

The rush of blood stays steady and my brains fights

To protect me from all the calcifying and corrupting

So my heart keeps its beats and breathing and believing

Underneath my blood bones and skin

I am unreachable by cruel unthinking sin

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