BREATH
By Michelle Bayman
Let our symphony sound. Let it ring loud
and muffled by the helmet worn
in the vacuum of unimaginable
silence.
In and out.
In and out.
In.
And
Out.
The stars won’t kill you
but that monument to
your ego just might do the trick
‘cause its always forgetting
no matter how repulsive
you look now it won’t compare
to when the flesh
fades.
In and out.
In and out.
In.
And out.
That’s just the basics of being human
as recorded innately in our carbon structures
just the basics. It gets more complex when
you realize the ultimate Utopia is unachievable
even after death because we are always
in motion going twenty miles per second
chasing our tails for that knowledge of inextinguishable
regrets.
In and out.
In and out.
In.
It’s all going to be alright because the most
potent weapon has always been laughter
and not to worry God has used us all to that end
so it is here you will find yourself, here in this
goodbye.
And Out.