Wind Chimes
Wind chimes clank
And ruin the blank
Slate that is my mind
When I stand in the wind.
(more)
The wind blows like fate
Pushing and shoving as hard as it can in any direction
But never moving me much.
The fresh perspective
Of the collective
Air, Earth, and Us
Like an iron pole
Smacks my stomach, smacks my soul
And thrusts
The universe inside
When I breathe in wind,
The rush of oxygen
Pushes my soul out
And for a second carries it
Wherever it's been
Wherever it's gone
And I forget.
Breathe
The universe-air
Blares
Through me
And inspires
Me to see, to be
Part of the world.
Before my soul is pried
From the sky
Unable to resist
(or, without, exist)
The magnetism my vacated
Cadaver dictates.
And zooms
Like a falling stone to my breast
Where it assumes
It's self-professed
Cage
I hate windchimes
Because sometimes
Their unmelodious clink and clank
Bing and bang and Brrrrrrring
Is swept up on wind's wing
And invades my essence
My universe-air evanesces(less)
