Beat

Pulse and breath, the squeeze,
The let go, the take
In and then push out
And then pull in more,
Squeeze it, push waste out—

When the clouds break up
And the gods they held
Go, then the star cloud
Shows. It does not pulse,
But it has a core.

Spin is not the same
As a pulse, but yields
Beats that can birth pulse.
While the birds still sleep
And the star clouds show,

While the moon sinks down
And the lights of town
Are just a long glow
On an edge of black,
Get up on the cliffs

To watch how the world
Is built of so much
On off and up down
And feel for the beat
In pulse, not pulse, night.