Three heart beats
Three beats of smoothly glistening petals
thrown along the path
Of freely befallen fears.
When will it stop
Will it stop
Ever in our trudge along and through
the mountains of lazy detritus.
Dissolving a hazy sequence of fears
Using fear for courageous radiance
Allowing it to immure us into
a rainy turbulence
for all those breathing
this brave prance called life.