A breath
Just one
Two part motion of a single act
Gazing at the stars
I can’t help but wonder
Imagine perhaps?
Does every universe have a third rock?
A floating ball striving from a larger gaseous provider in the sky
And does every being
Upon every earth
Breath the same tainted abused and recycled
Airs of their ancestry
I felt a cool calming breeze
Whistling weaving through the hollows
Of what were my innards
My mind traffic was jammed
Awareness is a loosely used word
So I waited for the next breeze
A wind to tell me of more than I wish to know
It echoes through my ears and vibrates my mind
The trade winds that connect us to our fears of exploring space and time

11/19/2009

Posted on 11/19/2009
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