Indifference

That warm hum,
yep,
that needle to the earth,
that warm hum,
yep,
at the center of the earth.
It turns,
It turns as those pearly gates are chained,
with platinum locks,
while we wait our turn to pass,
baring witness to the sanctioning of God,
yep,
that hum is still there.
Those gypsy kids still march,
blood red boots, curbs flushed with flesh,
stepping through the mounds,
that used to be their heads,
yep,
that hum is still there.
and all the while we are wondering,
why we're all alive.
Sound waves still thinking their larger than life.
The Rhythm keeps me safe.