RHYTHM OF YOUR HEART’S SYNCOPE

You are a tin man, traveling

Walking between worlds

Driven by despair to find

Something that is true not

Only to your mind

Tin man, do you still believe

The emptiness inside of you

Is treatable entirely with curative intent?

That medicine, or magic, as you choose, can make you feel

Anew – as with a human heart

I will say this

Travel and doubt

Fight and struggle

As much as you please

Unaware that what you search

Has never left you

Indeed –

If you are looking for a heart

Stop a beat. It is right there

In your chest, keeping your

Blood in motion

On the rhythm of sinus and math

Murmuring of hydraulic science,

Infinite human love and compassion