This rumble under my butt
hums, a rising, falling
cadence that seeks and destroys
the walls accumulated
throughout my head.
Each haphazardly laid stone
marries another to channel
my thoughts in a straight and narrow
path of least resistance.
Begone, walls!
Form, as you must, but
leave not a scar as
you tumble asunder
from the deep headlong rush,
through the chord of our passing.

(both photos: colourbox.com)