Searching for the heartbeat of Hercules

inside this tired mass of muscle

my organs complain like a dismal dirge

my hopes seem helpless

until motivations surge

understanding the void

is like knowing the unknowable black hole

periodically,

an impulse

a competitive contraction

a piston pumping like a locomotive

feeling alive

at 1000 rpms

clarity makes a comeback

as I’m moving with momentum

up the next mountain

a view is a voyeuristic delight

at the top

where I touch

the void

inside.