What Tempo Portents


I've a yearning,
a burning need inside,
it knows nothing of limits,
and has no need of pride,
but drives me on with a tempo,
such a tempo, that will never be denied.
Can you reach and help me,
take a grip on this beat within,
it knows nothing of limits,
and cannot conceive of sin,
but drives me on with its tempo,
such a tempo, and so lively in its din.
Then as you grip it,
can you feel it, can you too sense
the power it holds now over me,
for its power has grown immense,
and still it drives me with that tempo,
oh what can be its great portents?
August 31st 2011


◄ Munee, Munee, Munee...

Harry Stottal ►


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