A one breath poem

If the clock is ticking, what will we write, in as conjure a rhythm, a soft beat, which resonates with childlike heart’s delight? To do so fellow souls, is no mere feat. Save by making mind in sync with our soul, enabled only if we surrender, can presence hope to succeed in this goal, which we will later behold in wonder. As we auto-write, partnering with space, are we disqualified right from the start or can it be deemed were favoured by grace, which we claim openly, is a learnt art? So here we are then, expressing ourself, music of the spheres, that flows by itself.