Forward is the March

All around us moving parts

Alert me to the feel of crunchy,

Manufactured, newfound ground when we part ways, for now

My guiding heart cannot pump

Fast enough up to brain cells overworked this purest blood

Of joyful push

That keeps the line moving

The sound of drilling,

The wear of cutting corners close in this tiny, little, reworked frame on the fly forming

Conforming only to what is best for all those we care about,

For now it works—

I’ll settle, willingly

Because it is forward on to the march

Of a beat too long subdued,

You renew something true in me,

Scores gone missing

From a higher song that when played was always in key

Return home,

Notes lost in the tossup of experience,

What comes out on the other end can never be predicted,

But I’ll take my chance with you,

Every chance I get, over and over again, every single day, for the rest of my life.