The Breath

Safely kept under pillow under head, withheld from the insistent and the malleable, deeply swallowed in depths of a diaphragm, A Breath, willing to die in silence, contemplates hatred and promise: Point of view, unknown to the outside observer who insistently understands all of one’s woes who loves all truths for fear of their reality who stands in disbelief at any opportunity to strike innocence and love Point of view, not attempting to understand but rather to offer that which is useful and real who maintains all truth and is fascinated by their reality who questions both the truth and the conspiracy to strike conversation Opinion, suppressed not by society but by fear which grows perpetually out of mind state that may be mistaken or reshaped that may be discovered and raped of its naive sincerity Opinion, introduced to its potential through its contradiction as it is read and judged silently for it has been taken and produced for it has been reinforced and used without perverting his integrity Such contradiction is relinquished by a broken sigh, as The Breath is Let Out, cold and dry, now provoked and loud, by a passive blow to the chest; which is no longer creating anxiety which will no longer hold back fear of interpretation but will find release through its own nauseous weave of acceptance. The Breath, not limited to a notebook, The Breath, Exhaled.