Rolling over to you from a place of no consistency.
Emerging into all places from what seems like no existence:
persistence, resistance, a powerful delinquent.
Filling any room with the fabrication of breath,
taken for granted by life and dusty shelves.
An energy-filled with movement,
fulfilling this delusion of a mathematical conclusion
that shows us confusion of a simple energy system designed for an infinite time
while we sip our glass of poison –
falling into a hole of distortion.
Is the wind committing a crime?
A remembrance of what to do with this climb!
Merely suggesting that the point of breath is to feel:
cold or a simple breeze that bounces from your ageing skin,
determined to keep life within.
Sign me up
I want to come in.