It is vivid, it breathes
can be at once visible, tangible
or floating in evanescent air
alive in silence but living in sound
can be the bite of raw wind
that breathes, never blows
awake and alive, it breathes through your eyes
the cold of cognition
withers, whips, rises from dirt
is vitreous and imperfect
falls (does not break), awake and alive
skyward, forward and on
excited – what was that?
I heard it, did you?
it spoke, in a whisper?
it spoke in a dream
I hear it, do you?
it cannot be far –
(perhaps, in time
but the distance is close)
it breathes through your eyes
do you hear it too?
it is awake and alive
it is love, and for you.
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