I listen to my breathing,
Slowing, deepening,
and I wonder if the world - this
place full of red-lit restaurants and
dingy front-end sweats,
well, I
wonder if it could just
open it's dirty mouth and
swallow me up.
I want to fall in, I hear
the wheezes sing to my
lonely, aching ears.
My heart echoes the feeling,
while my fingers tremble,
laughing,
and tell me I'm too fat.
Oh..
the way of the world.
The sun rises and
every time the sun falls,
so, too, do we -- into the
warmth of a loving embrace or
the coldness of an empty, twice-dead, thrice-lost
winter love,
or,
like I,
into the whirlwind of blues and greens
welcoming the world with opening cries
and a smile.
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