and the beat goes on

after the blue light

treatment

my face is on fire.

i'm in the center of the earth

covered in hot

magma.

i suddenly have sympathy

for lobsters

and people in hell,

who are begging

for ice water.

i'm humbled by the red

glow of my

pulsating face,

but still going to work,

and having a 

cup of coffee.

the beat does go on

as that famous philosopher

Sonny Bono once said.