Respiration

Life in,

And suspended..

The exchange

Between purity and poison

There is a pause

No fluctuation..

No movement...

Then, a sweeping,

the dust of the exhale, life released.

Ah, the activity of the honeycomb seems constant,

A din of inspirited hum

Not to be restrained...

Then, the voluntary hold

To reconsider the silence

Between life and not life

And the soundless breath

Before heeding to the pressure

Forced to acquiesce to the purging

To redeem my very essence