Counting

The tension of moments

Crawling toward a purpose

How our hearts pound

And redden our surface

But deeper inside

It’s more like combustion

A slow kind of smolder

A helpless reduction

Consumed by the coming

Whether it’s good or not

Inside, just the same

Your tying in knots

Until just the minute

It all comes to pass

It seems insurmountable

Impossibly vast

Then passes the moment

And finally it’s done

Time to find out

Just what you’ve become