Pulse
Inhaling pure O to go on it's mission
Naturally becoming an addition
of life's rendition
Crimson pumps
Pressing through
Rapidly racing
Through tubes of duct-work
Set on it's destination
Continuing throughout with oxygenation
Spreading about to complete circulation
Back to the base to reinstate
A new cycle of survival
Meanwhile it our biggest
Reminder remains
Encased to the left in a bony cage
Beating like a drum
It's rhythm runs
Endlessly night and day
Continuing onward
To play
It's part
Yet how often does one take the time to listen to their heart
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