the world is breathing
a little north of the wide frigid cone, ice and creamy snow off the edges
constantly sighing, for more moist lips, coughing, cracking breaking even
singing gently for its soul to blink lighter
it has a wooden face
each breath creaks it open like a door
it looks straight ahead, everything in its mind, like through paper
no ghost, it breathes along in its path
the world is all functioning at the same time like wind
and when you're sleeping in Minnesota, most of the other Minnesotans are sleeping (or having trouble)
do you know the world is old
it's been doing this a long time
do you know when you're doing the dishes, someone's thinking they should be doing the dishes, and they see it visual in their mind, and you're the visual, which isn't important, but others things like this are
like eating, walking, and being with people who haven't died yet
so when you know this, you're not being selfish anymore
the nose of all the world is breathing
7 billion noses
if all of them looked at the sky at the same time
like the Americans on the fourth of July at night
we could not escape the existence each other.
And the stars and god would quake, shake in their tall knees
they look at our brains, as one in the round ball of the earth
and see it as a muscle
walking, walking, thousands of legs walking
the bulk, the brains the bulk of what's on their paths
their imagination a bulk of what's on their paths.
What if a gun was held to the world's head
It couldn't even die.
because it's so old
the world is a tree, the roots and the sky above
Time is beautiful what it has done
We're never where we want to be
But we're here, and there are 14 billion shoulders in the world
Brains needing less and further words
And there are 7 billion chins, breaths a little north
making a river
how loud it would be if we all breathed in the same room
And there are billions more flowers in the earth
at the same time
a long, long Garden
just kissing the air.
This is how the air has known us from the beginning
For so many people to keep circling in the air
For so many people to be putting breaths into it, kissing it
how he believes in us and wants us to move forward
only having productive thoughts
otherwise he would be suppressing a long, long river
which cannot really ever go back into the ground
our traces are everywhere
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 7:00 PM UTC
the world is breathing
a little north of the wide frigid cone, ice and creamy snow off the edges
constantly sighing, for more moist lips, coughing, cracking breaking even
singing gently for its soul to blink lighter
it has a wooden face
each breath creaks it open like a door
it looks straight ahead, everything in its mind, like through paper
no ghost, it breathes along in its path
the world is all functioning at the same time like wind
and when you're sleeping in Minnesota, most of the other Minnesotans are sleeping (or having trouble)
do you know the world is old
it's been doing this a long time
do you know when you're doing the dishes, someone's thinking they should be doing the dishes, and they see it visual in their mind, and you're the visual, which isn't important, but others things like this are
like eating, walking, and being with people who haven't died yet
so when you know this, you're not being selfish anymore
the nose of all the world is breathing
7 billion noses
if all of them looked at the sky at the same time
like the Americans on the fourth of July at night
we could not escape the existence each other.
And the stars and god would quake, shake in their tall knees
they look at our brains, as one in the round ball of the earth
and see it as a muscle
walking, walking, thousands of legs walking
the bulk, the brains the bulk of what's on their paths
their imagination a bulk of what's on their paths.
What if a gun was held to the world's head
It couldn't even die.
because it's so old
the world is a tree, the roots and the sky above
Time is beautiful what it has done
We're never where we want to be
But we're here, and there are 14 billion shoulders in the world
Brains needing less and further words
And there are 7 billion chins, breaths a little north
making a river
how loud it would be if we all breathed in the same room
And there are billions more flowers in the earth
at the same time
a long, long Garden
just kissing the air.
This is how the air has known us from the beginning
For so many people to keep circling in the air
For so many people to be putting breaths into it, kissing it
how he believes in us and wants us to move forward
only having productive thoughts
otherwise he would be suppressing a long, long river
which cannot really ever go back into the ground
our traces are everywhere
Copyright Chelsea Anne Palmer July 20, 2013. It was trippy writing this poem! I can't really say the word trippy because I've never taken drugs, lol, but I don't know what other word to use
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