Breathe, and
a lung swells
reaches past heart
beats and rib cage,
draws into vena cava
the essence of what is, what was,
what will come;
Breathe, and you get
the echo of souls,
that which has touched everything
since the beginning of everything.
A rush passes through
nostrils and trachea,
swallowed, it swells lungs
absorbs into tissues
dances in darkness
embraces my presence
and is gone, a free slut
recycled
to another
available to all who wants.
What is this thing, this desire
for breath?
Without, I
dissolve
into swirling dust,
a particle party to which
I can’t be uninvited.
You can reject me, you think.
My body, my spirit,
my nature.
But I am breathing,
securing my place in echo
lending haunting ground to ghosts
my imprint stands,
And you, breathing thing that you are,
can only reject me so much,
I am dancing in your membranes,
Eventually, you will all
swallow me down.
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