Oh Sacred Beat

 Oh beat.

oh sacred beat.
oh beat of the sacred beat.

I shiver in the shadows
where mist men drift
and hide and bide
their tick tock wait
for one mistake.

oh beat.
oh sacred beat.

Why should I pretend to be at home
in this place, this face
of plastic skin
and doctored bone?
I barely know
myself .

oh beat.
oh sacred beat.

shut up. listen.
this isn’t the work of children.
I’ll keep my blue coins wide 
and darting side to side
toeing the tips
of my walking fingers.
no lurking,
won’t linger
in any one place.
this turtled race
is not for the blood-pump weak
but only those who seek
to keep

the beat.
oh sacred beat.
oh beat of the sacred beat. 

Mike Redican