A poem for every experience

It was a strange urge, to tidy my room a bit at one in the morning. Being largely nocturnal, it wasn't much of a forced issue. Still, it was interesting to be swabbing the keyboard in the middle of the night just like a CSI teeam member. Yay! My room is finally a place that I can walk through without dancing like a demented chicken. *walkwalkwalk* Now to find a way to get rid of the old computer hardware cluttering my space. I was seriously considering the local charity, though it would probably be a hassle to bring it all over. Hm. Maybe I could arrange a pickup. I dunno. Wrote a poem somewhat related to the event and the experience.

Like a heart beating to the rhythmn of pain,
the shattered form of a thousand dreams.
Cleansed of the grime of the many years,
a shining, spotless, happy gleam.

Gone is the junk collected over the ages,
here is the beat of the new music.
Rebirth out of filth and base matter
,accomplishment and joy, ecstatic.

Standing before the altar of cleansing,
as a child first come before the world.
Casting to the four winds, the troubles,
in the joy of purification, behold!