INSIDE H

INSIDE H

inside H

it is dark and soft

the world is a towel


a little priest raises his arms

he will speak with an open mouth

a glimpse of the planet

its fleshy inner core


plush H towel people

we mist the sky

with our blue plum lungs

make the heavens heron dark with our breathing

we fog the limits with spirit and our blue breathy sound

in each of us

lungs that are H

for we the people

to the air belong


H

I say

H

for it is a pleasure and a surprise to breathe

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