Saturday, March 29, 2008

Number Five

Becoming the air.
Becoming the air we breathe,
all at once the being, and the space to believe.
It's a thousand things, every molecule has its' dance,
in every in breathing.
Every moment full of chance.
Every moment everything can change,
it's only a very brief dance.
From the whorls of your palm, to the stars
within the sky.
It's all only atmosphere
the space between you and I.
The space between the air we breathe
it's all the same,
from here to the nearest star.
All your breathing next to me,
so near yet so far.

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