And this is So full of bliss I feel my limbs tingle And my heart soar And my soul expand So much from the Breath in I think I will Burst if they do not stop Infilling me with Words until I am replete as a Balloon primed for the Pin-prick, go Bang, deflate And lose all of them To an uncontrolled Spewing on the air And his sacred breath Goes nowhere, reaches No eyes. O crime. So Wait, wait, let me Get my own breath back Before the Next wave comes.next poem