Breathe form into action.

The rhythm of the music
the rhythm of my blood
the rhythm of my typing fingers
the rhythm of my thought

A complex harmony and tapestry
of rhythm
moving me as I move it.

Breathe
Breathe form into action,
content into process
distance into memory.

Let slip the surly bonds of the material.
We are rhythm.
Action, reaction, connection.
We are rhythm from form.