It's hot in here

attempting an inhalation

to fill the lungs

retaining...

but i want to exhale

the air that fills supposedly

clearing the mesh of what seems to

be...

ongoing

sit still...

the pinch of tension reminds me

i feel...

contemplative space create

a consciousness of

blackness

spaced stratigcally between the striations of

subtle color

eyes wide shut

how come?

why do i?

why can't i?

seperate

no need

don't kill

be still

include

revere

the answer is

the

breath....