Breath Through Your Lungs

Set free your belief
Of fear and loathing
With heavy hand and tired eye.
Sleep slowly,
With melancholy dreams
Uniformly spaced,
Withered from weather;
From tired sighs of gratitude
That long for prolonged days.
Lie among summer blossoms.
Take deep breaths of clarity.
Sink in...
Sink in and resign
To the world you don't understand.
Free your lungs of speech.
Exist.
Resist belief.
Let fear and loathing be.

-11/29/11 LKS