Sometimes, it seems that I am a little too connected to the world…
My Asthma
Just
The other day
To God I in choir
Singing my wheezy song
Why did you give me asthma?
She hummed long
Something concerning
My being one
With the lungs of the earth
The Amazon rainforest
And apprehending we is
At uncertain times
Unable to breathe
In the weight of no heirs about us
I was fully inspired
In what was ardor and ardor
As to bring to heeling of the whirled
Wading to exhale
Keeping our eyes on that expiration date
Co-mending soully
Go
And due
Like wise
