Podorhythmie

Foot percussion, tapage de pieds.
You make the beat with your own feet,
But you get the beat from others

As you got feet from your mothers
Who got their feet and beats from more.
When you tap, you feel them passing

Through you, restless, all that dancing,
Drumming away your anxious hours
Of your short lives as animals,

Remembering your rhythmic lines
Will run on past your memory,
Passing along from cell to cell.

Every rhythm's wavelength's longer
Than the span of any lifetime
Moving over the same ocean.