uncontrived, the things that exist,
but you actually, never see.
the layers, inside the layers.
that which is - and what will be.
muscle. sinew. balance.
a tiny eardrum leads your way.
one thing askew, you forget what you knew,
and another reality - takes its place.
oh, the rhythm, oh, the rhyme.
the dance of life, such edges.
the seen/unseen, what lies between;
life gives, and life alleges.
yours to behold, renew and unfold,
forever vibrant, quiet or loud.
yet get it or not, you possess what you got,
and to present it -- makes you proud.
tiny facets, gleaming.
to know, and - to forget.
trusting innards you never see,
for they’ve never steered you wrong yet.
we all have the dance of our heartstrings.
but - aah .. others don’t always sing your song.
but when they do, it reaffirms your You,
and the Joy of life - is in - Oh! Come Along!