what breath gets 9/5/18

the world, by experience as intake

is never ending.

breath by unnoticed breath,

the onslaught of impact is unceasing.

I close my eyes to it

and the currents still move by me.

if I were deaf, dumb and blind,

the free-fall of this, as absence, 

would still overwhelm,

for I am a frog between croaks,

a humming bird between flaps,

a whale amidst contemplative dives.

I am clouds dubiously forming

and raindrops sharing sky-fall.

I am thermals laughing at circumstance,

keynote speakers worldwide launching.

I am audience, even in my act-outs.

when is an action not in the context 

of an undisclosed reaction?

expect, lobbies for my future.

surmise, holds in the cognitive pin-downs.

I am a screenplay of impulses

that never leaves the self of stage,

a conveyer belt of incessantcy,

the bleed of consciousness

from the cut of being.

I have drunk from the river of concerns.

liquidity is an ocean of doubt.

so when does a helium balloon 

know of its death first hand?

is last breath out the only answer? . . .