i breathe
one breath at a time
each inhalation linked to the exhalation before it
yet every breath stands alone
there's something tenuous about it
this soft machine is on thin ice
devoured by time in innocent increments
like a moth nibbles away wool
my heart
little gorilla
wearing itself out
rubber glove with a hole in it
weird luck
my eyes are bright
solar blue ball lanterns
if you saw me
you would say
good bones
river of envy
yet all hinges
on a muscular rhythmic pulsating machine
like a determined jaw chewing
jumpy mouth
yet on the verge of betrayal
a glitch
karmic indecision
in destinies wheel house
a red fist locus banging
ones immense sense of self
a vainglorious elaboration
built over a small pulsating muscle
innocuous
dumb blood flesh knot drumming
scarlet tribe
throne of my very soul
great sovereign
old man in a crib
splitting open of its own accord
a sudden rip from life
to a dead sea eternity
the final frontier
starless night
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at first I thought! An introspective look at the fragile seat of life. It's amazing, that a couple of hiccups in such a beautiful piece of work by nature, can destroy the carriage that carries it around. Yet, it is and has been the seat of every emotion we call upon to get us through life. Funny, how we have trusted it with such power, rather than the brain; which actually holds the keys. A nice read. ~ Geezer.
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Hi Geezer
Appreciate you insight into my offering Thank you ever so much for your comment
Z