At times I feel
As if I am air
Nothing but a whisper
A still invisible force
Not insignificant so much
As undetectable to the naked eye
Not alive in as many words
yet baring many similarities
In those still seconds still
I wonder what does the air feel
As I walk through it alone
Does it hurt? Or tingle? Or burn?
Perhaps my passing is as it should be
A joy, a kiss, a caress
Two half alive, amidst
This world bursting, overfull
With ripe, vibrant life
Flowing to fit the surroundings
Expanding and contracting
to whims of the sun
Nothing but air
-@apoem2you
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