how to, from where within

how to give birth to a pause.

how to CPR to a breathless moment.

how to give a fixation a sense of free reign.

how to sigh as an intimate means of embrace.

how to garden emotions, 

between next thought's that chase.

who is how?

and where within do they come from?

what great registry of frame makes that so?

is this the self-angel, 

waiting in the wings for the self-call?

what witness of self is this (?),

that responds when beaconed,

that perceives with more depth of being,

that has somehow emotional import,

that otherwise is senselessly lost in the moment's pass,

that offers embrace while tending to task as hand?

so why would anyone be nose to the glass

and fog their personal view to myopically challenged?

to want for a long view with intimate eyes.

to be one's self-angel, 

with access to a conscious means.

to have action as a medium of intercession,

when a frame-break of magnitude is calling.

to garden,

to sigh,

to dream beyond apparent means,

to awaken in a next breath

and to give birth to a pause . . .