Metanoia

Obsession

          Obsession

In my skin, crawling, crawling,

relentlessly pacing through my pores;

never leaving me alone for

one single iota of time.

Engulfing who I am,

the essence of my life; Creating

my life, beating it out in double time,

or quarter notes interspersed

with half-notes but always,

always, a beat I recognize

that crawls across my skin,

oozes through my pores, never,

ever leaving me, throbbing in my

brain, syncopating synapses

to fire with precision in response

to that need, need, need;

must continue, must pursue,

must be, be, be

whatever it demands of me.