The Mystic Pulse

Yes, every tempo
is heart beaten to 
the punch that is
every fist in any
cuff, linked by not
blood nor water to
every other unity 
to push one versal
to dorsal, tactile,
starbeam mist, in
which nothing is
outside and every
thing is inner, ill
uminated by pain
and swirling whirli
giggles to dust motes
from moats and re
member the re
velation that re
gards each item re
ally there as an unre
al illusion.