but for the motion of currents

In penetrating quietudes
& silent dimensions
between silk drapes of burnt orange hues
shades of emerald and illuminated crevices of sunlight
i leave sound
to come into ocular saturation,
the hazel eye of the forest.

The senses shift greedily from one to another
and soon my skin is coloured by the sensation
of soft earth and hushed condensation.

As thoughts that dance on treetops dwindle
and the presence of my tangible body ensues
i am curious to find myself start
at the physical sensation of my own heart
beat,
screaming with every passing second
that i am alive.
this stark fragility,
this forgotten song of existence
(blurred by noise and the passing of life itself)
is tragically beautiful.
an endless rhythm of beats seeks me
startles me, revealing one organ
bearing the weight of continuous life,
carrying blood like the river current beneath my feet.
for it is not i who chooses to live
but my heart who chooses to keep beating,
(elemental value) and some distance of flesh.

silence, but for the motion of currents.