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INSIDE H

it is dark and soft

the world is a towel

a little priest raises his arms

he will speak with an open mouth

a glimpse of the planet

its fleshy inner core

plush H towel people

we mist the sky with our blue plum lungs

make heaven heron-dark with our breathing

fog the limits with spirit and blue exhalation

in each of us

lungs that are H

for we belong to the air

h

I say

H

because it is a pleasure and a surprise to breathe