lung language


Silent wars of yours’
touches threshold
As you gently unfold
needy violent blows
In string of hitting pearls
each seeding  a gigantic
Thirst to be ceaselessly quenched

What would this suddenly jumbled
Mind in heights of  ecstasy look like
If you shed slight lights of  word ever
Or throw glance sidewards for a second?

Crumbled to volumes of inhaled molecules
Would be finely fitting in your massive lungs
Crowned in incalculable breeze of imbibed air
Shared in literal coexistence to unbound ethereality


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