Sneezing is
a high diving board breath,
slowly edging up the breath ladder,
standing up there nasally,
at the top of the breath possibilities,
waiting almost absentmindedly,
visually gathered in a distant stare,
then with full-blown
but subtle in-breath commitment
blast into maximum breath free fall
and boom, acceleration
to a hundred miles per hour,
followed by reentry and impact,
then post breath physical recovery.
(and check for missing parts!)
The feelings accompanying
being-cross-examined breaths,
with throat glitches
and quickened inhales
and fly fleeing exhales
over dry mouth smacks,
while in the background
there are heart beat overtones
beckoning louder to chorus with
the stiff breaths
of edge-wacky uneasiness.
I watch shallow breath television
until the saliva pool helps kick start
from coma breath to recovery.
A reservoir of words
will be looking for a type of
fast breath departure.
For there is a breath
that will give way
to aiding crescendo responses,
towards fury and raised voices.
A compressing breath
and sometimes a speedy-ness
upon each lip serviced expression.
In the big picture,
breath is the divine mother
of any one's breath surrender,
to the god that loves
and the in-breath offering,
given to you
in return . . .
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