Something's missing, alone.
At first, the state
of being, only, one like,
in the extreme, being
once,
in a while passing
at thought speed past
instances
on planes,
like that one
carving lines up there,
above my head, so here,
I laugh and materialize,
a new idea,
as long as I am breathing,
I am not exactly alone, I know,
not alone, at all,
on Earth
on average,
we all breathe
at once,
half breathing in,
half breathing out, but
never, on Earth does one breathe alone.
What a relief.
