Respiration
Like a mismapped something
or a piece of uncooked oatmeal not finding its way all the way down
This is how you pant
Finding the black hole of semi consciousness
Watered by very distant tunes
playing right in your earbuds
Balance
Marks the distance you cannot map
or a weighted ball that hovers
This is how you breathe
Wearing the sheath of indifferent muscle
Creating worlds of breath
playing right in your throat
Potent
Plays a repeating tune
of jingling bells and quavering voices
This is how you listen
Crying your own thoughts in your own head
Finding pools of lotus
hemmed by steps to the water
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