Being unimpressed with death,
as a state, on the whole,
or more clearly, being un-
impressed with the idea,
having no experience to call on,
my tendency to wasted breath
would seem a contradiction.
Yet seeing as I love the sea,
or ocean - to minimize intermittent
alliteration - some romantic notion
of my slowly filling lungs and gentle
flailing arms, takes my stupid
over eager breath away.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.