Pendulum Flashing [poema]

You and I
Wander Telegraph
Looking for frankincense
And myth
While the homeless man six doors
Down
Shakes a cup of coins
(silver against tin)
To the secret pulse
(the jingle of bells)
Six doors down
(the taste of copper)
In the focused heat of autumn
We both know
A sudden change of direction
Leaves ripples in the air
As thick as ropes
And just as binding