And my mind tmp tmp :: A poem

And my mind is an empty vessel, things going in out in out in out and I am left unoccupied I hear my world going by and it happens. It goes in out and I am left. And in the still of the night, when smallest sounds are hoofbeats I hear my heart beating on off and on off, tmp tmp. tmp tmp. tmp tmp. in and out. tmp tmp. and the snifting sound echoes through the room, the breathing. It rattles through the throat, escaping and plunging into the chest with equal joy. I breathe, tmp tmp, and out, tmp tmp, in and out, tmp tmp, I breathe, tmp tmp. And my self circles its drain, going out with the rest. I am a shell. A shell to be filled, if only for the right life to live in it. Only the right life to take this repetition repetition tmp tmp repetition breathe in tmp tmp, in and out, tmp tmp, rattle out, tmp tmp. The right life to take this and make it a rhythm. The repetition is a rhythm, the rhythm tmp tmp of some life tmp tmp. Let the body be the rhythm breathe in and the soul or the love or the heart tmp tmp be the melody the rattle breathe in melody of strings and metal. Let the body be the rhythm rattle in and the soul be the melody tmp tmp and the mind oh the mind, oh th mind tmp tmp, let the mind be the lyric, the in and out in and out. Let the lyric be pages of pages of gems of a life well lived and a life well spent and a reason for the rhythm and the beauty and the soul. Let the soul be the melody to the body is the rhythm let the mind be the lyric oh be my tmp tmp.