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"So, What Is Air?" by Joe DiMino
So, what of air?
A light enough
Question to raise;
To float
Perhaps paint
A mental image
Though its clear
All is not seen
While felt
On some plane
To some
Defining degree
If not on surface
Then wormholes
Of you and me;
Those dimensions
When body and brain
Left behind
By unseen
Air-like pressure
The spirit is sucked,
Unraveledreconstituted,
Homogenized
Between heaven and hell
Parched lips
Hungry for Infinitys teat
The mind and soul of our being;
Is endless meridian
The breast/womb-nerve called Man
For ongoing
Drama
And Gossip
Of angels and devils
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