Balloon afloat,
flit and dance,
poised as a cobra,
hood flaps,
stoic eyes.
Both disrupt
breath,
lungs, all
things oxygen.
Gasp, hoarse
flutter
and thorax
numb,
paralyzed.
Perhaps
oxygen-masks.
Artificial air,
artificial life
in limbs
in mind,
everything.
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1 comment:
doesn't work for me. the last stanza especially is thin
so much rides on it and then it just drops out, flat.
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