Sung In Poe

Calm my heart,

beating only,

drums slowly,

sounding lonely,

in this vague

and begging rest,

lurks a most,

intrusive guest,

sleep, far fleeting,

fast retreating,

dimly are

my thoughts discreet-ing,

denied of

un-distressful rest,

my heart no longer

in my breast,

peaceful slumber,

Is encumbered,

heard like thunder.

Is the beating,

and repeating,

shocking silence

upon meeting…

cease, increasing,

flowing tenseness,

virile madness

of the senses,

mingled in a

spiral denseness,

even then,

is the beating,

although been,

still repeating,

and the beating,

still repeating,

hearing a familiar greeting.