Air As A Vent

Vintage Words


Whenever the mind is empty
you take a deep breath and fill
it with air, blow out the virtriolic,

the condensed, the out of sorts.

Wind is air, so is spoken motivation.

Air will out as it must.


The clogged lungs break

up a great many pollutants

and liberate trapped



Deep breaths, rare as sighs,

confuse the compass, causes

the mind to walk odd and off path

exploring the unobtainable,

wishing for the unreachable.


Then, there is the waking

in screams as if wanting to yell

at the present. Dissolve the past

for a moment. Exhale. Exhale

again. Change a world, Some
world, any world.





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