Can you drown in palpitations?
Bitter,
Strong,
Resolute
Can you draw your own awakening?
Conscious,
Concerning,
Smooth
Is this right?
Stimulating,
Dark,
Cool
Do you want more?
A soothing weight between cup hands
An offering to brown used lips
Energy
Tag: rainy day musings
What I Miss While in Quarantine
An air of intentionality
A certain gravitas in my working
My reading, my typing
It’s not just leisure but effort
Finishing goals
The blossoming ideas tended by lack of outings
I miss the noise
No, not the noise the background
Muted but ever present
With the world and time passing
As I sit quietly in my corner
Visiting streams of consciousness
Close enough to dip your toes in
Oxygen Whispers
Branching through the lungs,
passive-aggressive molecular absorption in
tiny rivulets flowing with botanical cast-offs.
Breath in, Breath out
Can You Hear It?
.
Deep Breaths this time.
Flood your mind and
try to fill the yawning expanse with tree-gifts:
glucose and paper backs
a stop-gap to death and anxiety.
Swallow reproaches like cough candy, solid ashy unspoken words,
With mumbled frustrated sighs, airy and bitter.
Life-givers disappear into the unimaginable.
It’s equivalent exchange,
Absorb and release.
In, Out, In, Out
Who’s Listening?
Sullen rain batters down
punishing smokers like a disappointed mother.
A hydrogen homecoming straight into dirty potholes;
mingling and dancing with the grimy grim.
A chemical shower intended to clean the air.
Walk safely, Little One.
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