Pulse

Wax and wane, flirting insane

Touch earth flitting on twisting grain

Wax and wane, songs urbane

Streams of pulse welcomed again

Wax and wane, blood and pain

Lug my satchel of soured champagne

Wax and wane, cleansing rain

Taxing thoughts of a dying brain

Wax and wane, to end profane

Or to be…as me…on a distant plane