.
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
oxygen.
.
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.
.
Lady A
09-09-13
8:51p
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