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Hymn to Air


Two arms, propellor blades
lift in and out of the lake

rhythmic and calm
 † rhythmic and calm
rhythmic and calm

I float
beneath the sun
yet no warmth in this world,
spring tides on a pivot of ice.

For a moment, I look at clouds
seeing shapes in formless things
then gulp down breath in lungfuls
as I plunge beneath Aprilís waves.

This is how it felt
before time began,
before people and taxes
became one strange God

this is how I crawl back
inside the womb, how I wait
treasuring the inhale
the stillness
the pounding of a chest

this is what I meet
at the breaking of the waves
as I crash through barriers
surfaces
placentas

out to the blue
I breathe,
the oxygen I craveó




It will never be enough.
It will never be enough.

It will never be
enough.

Written by Northern_Soul (-Missy-)
Published
Author's Note
Letters to the Old Ways
5/30
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