Without the vessel, there is no beat.

                                                                                             Boy with Horse
                                                                                             Picasso
"String Less"

I search for the pulse
the shudder, the thump, the faint
slow
push

In the moment of climax, crash, impact
disrepair..
I just want to feel

again

I remember the first time it happened -
it was a three sixty
a spin out, a thrust, a jolt, jagged edge and
a gasp of air; you would think -
not

nothing

Each time I reach for it
I scream for it
I rage for it

Apparently,
without the vessel
there is no beat.

                                                                                                           Boy with Banjo
                                                                                                           Donated