I don’t remember leaving But I know I’m no longer here She claimed me long ago The shore hasn’t missed me since.

In little ways each day I leave bits of soul with her Plastic, pieces, polluting Particle everything.

Back on the sand My legs hold the shell of body That’s weighed me down Since I can remember.

And it’s only when I’m under the noise of floating and sinking Like closing my ears on land Sink into release, sink into relief.

The footprints lead in I pray they never lead out I pray to stay Inside her waves.

Inhale.

Take in realizing relief of where you are. That there’s more within the body’s pit. Say good morning in your mind. You said it, but who heard it?

Exhale.

A carbon monoxide declaration, of the cosmic you who comes after and before. And if you pay attention— during. You’re up, 118 Billion— one chance to explore.

Inhale.

Let the breath flood the streets of thought. Drown the perscribed meaning, allowing only awareness to float by unscathed. among the ruins lie answers still gleaning.

Exhale.

Release the shame of 20/20 vision. if we were meant to know what’s above what’s below, we’d leave our bodies with keys under the mat, and gravity would let us go.