Red as blood
Gold as plasma
Brown as dirt
Can you find the chiasma?

From top to bottom
Down below
What you get
When you can no longer grow

Up and down
And back again
Can you find
The place of zen

Feelings raw
To the nerve
When you have guts
And verve

Round and round
And up side down
Like a spinning
Gyroscopic clown

Faster and faster
Round about
Calm your breath
Do not scream or shout