The blood pulses, around, around
 the rhythm of a heart that hits

 THUMPS, THUMPS, THUMPS. . .

and inside ascends a star
 of everything that as is I

twinkling, crackling

 and the sky tells
 that today is still a day

 (the night creeps away)

 Fast, fast, live while you can
TAKE NONE PRISONERS

 TO tend it that is here and now
 the eternity or the grave;

comes time's enough. . .

live, let the blood pulse
 and the tune of the thoughts

Is sparkling