The Temple Bell!

Up some twenty steps,
a humble pause, I take,
and there,
before the centripetal force,

O bell, you dawn,

standing like a robust curvature,
secreting within you millions and millions of chords -

ailing patients' near-n-dear ones,
cupid-struck-lost-eyed dejects,
strong-willed-meditators,
the meek-surenderrers,
thieves-who-share, theives-who-confess,
the happy celebrators,
the frustrated rejects,
the aimless for the sheer experience of being there,
conformists as part of their routine,
rebels out of contempt,
dreamers with serious hope;

misters, sirs, bosses, mesdames, mistresses, nobodys and un-namables -

you hear them all alike, take their sounds, wrap them around you and beat yourself to a homogeneous dong...dongs...millions of dongs...swallowing each individual song...one by one...

we hang in there too, just like you do!