The pulse of

my heart

is the core

where my

energy lies

A positive flow

coming

from the

absence

of

lite

In the arms

of sleep

I wander

this flow

Looking for

the core

of what

matters

Yet what

matters

is not the

conductors

arms or

sleep

It’s the

positive

energy

that I hold

So I may

feel my

the

pulse

of my

heart

as its

beats

without

the

absence

of its

Lite