Frame of Reference
Giving time towards placid prominence,
Awful ways for a frame of reference.
Regurgitating sources from tiny horses;
Splattered with crazy awesome forces.
Returning to the root is keen and lean;
Forced to keep the rhythm pure and clean.
A beat winds down before it gets picked up,
Troubled steps enmeshed with sticky catsup.
If only wandering home from slaying ewe,
Ashamed they haven’t thought of you.