Live a poetic existence. Take responsibility for the air you breathe and never forget that the highest appreciation is not to just utter words, but to live them compassionately.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

In Laughter

While the two men were laughing violently
I realized I am becoming apart of them,
apart of their laughter,
with every inhale and short gasps.
Their breath disappears into dark caverns,
smoke incrusted throats,
bruised lungs and forsaken hearts;
our breath allied into this band of essence.

We were together within a world of thought.
Thoughts of existing,
beings afraid of existing.
But I must ascend from this nothingness
to which we all aspire to.
The loathing, the repulsion of being-
there are so many ways to thrust myself
into this odd existence.

Such drifts are born within me often.
The faintness of such absurd reassurance
to which I always yield to
locks me into such a trance that I can no longer bear;
it fills me completely and renewing my survival.
I center my attention with careful delicacy
to become this very end.

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