Do you think that I could run through beautiful open doors and catch the breath of air that speeds through life and the world and back, in through me and out through you again, that breath?
Do rivers fall from mountains and form lakes that I leap into and slowly drown at the bottom, calling please, for that breath of air that speeds through life and the world and back?
Do I deserve that breath of beauty to inhale it's air and its sufficient life-force, can I absorb it into my soul and live with it eternally, can that breath be forever mine?
Or can I be sufficient without it, can I rise to the surface and find another breath just as sufficient, just as loving, just as free, and absolutely beautiful, can I find that breath?
--Ah, breathe.
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My Poetry
PoetryI try to arrange my poetry from my better stuff to my suckier stuff but sometimes I get lazy so probably not all of them are arranged properly. A lot of these are poetry assignments to write a bunch of different types or forms of poetry or do someth...
