Circular Breathing

A space to breathe…

It’s all I work towards–


To fill my lungs as I please,

Pierce the confines of silent treatment,

Sing away what borders on pain,

Play as the children do.

I must expand after collapse.

Let me shout and laugh.

Don’t deny me the pull!

After being pushed to the brink,

My notes become skewed.

(You know how I feel about sounding weak.)

The reading is at odds,

With such difficult intervals…

My seconds are shortened,

Thirds divided discordantly–

A mess!

After exhalation,

There is nothing left

When you bind my hours, bones and breath…

–C. Green

(Trying my hand at writing something that can be read forwards and back… Trickier than anticipated, but definitely a fun challenge!)

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