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