Air As A Vent

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Invisible Poetry

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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.

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The clogged lungs break

up a great many pollutants

and liberate trapped

oxygen.

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Deep breaths, rare as sighs,

confuse the compass, causes

the mind to walk odd and off path

exploring the unobtainable,

wishing for the unreachable.

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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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Lady A
09-09-13
8:51p

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