Precision rhythm

What is the mechanism?
Where is the proper tool for the task at hand?
Does said implement even exist?
If so, is it cordial and user friendly?


Is it in the dawn before me,
stretching it's sleepy fingers?
Is the fire in my heart the fire in the sky?


Is it in rooted community,
forever on the decline?
I give you my breath so that I may breathe.

Is it the smile of a stranger child,

connecting me to what I can't see?

Expression is the fabric of eternity...

Is it in the request for silent snow,

granted in the midst of chaotic wind?

muffled silence is a priceless gift.

Is this the mechanism?

The little things indeed are not so little...

Is this the proper tool?

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder?...

beauty beholden to mood-swings?


The precision is much too rhythmic...