I desire poems of pure breathing:

gusts of puppy play

roses exuding their perfume

silent gardens and mountain meadows breathing in and out

chestnuts respiring oxygen in hazy light

carbon dioxide exhaled in velvet dark

oxygen inhaled again with semi-precious metals in a retort making rare gases

the alchemist’s prayer

the snorting of steam engines

the pale green sigh of the priest as he buries a child

the panting of a singularity in flux

the zephyrs of Venus

air extracted from great waves in the gills of little fishes:

purest poems of pure breath.