Air Waves

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.
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