I Require Poems of Pure Breathing
the snort of steam engines
gusts of puppy play
clouds generating showers
colors exploding in spring
sunny roses exuding
chestnuts respiring in hazy light
wind on a mountain meadow
the zephyrs of Venus
bursts of marathon breath
exhalations in the velvet dark
the pale green sigh of the priest as he buries a child
oxygen inhaled from great waves in the gills of little fishes
an alchemist’s prayer
the panting of a singularity in flux
bubbling retorts extruding rare gases
babbling streams
a lion’s roar
an echidna’s fart
a young man’s snore
two lovers part
volcanoes erupting
shouts of despair
purest poems of pure air