Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Invisible Air

Fall down,
Pavement pound,
And that bitter-stale
Smell of oppression.

Guide me to light,
Any place is any place,

But inside here, it's hell.

The earth sways
And burns thoughts
Like lamp oil,
In remembrance of
Something else that lack a meaning.

The hull of this seed
Holds something more than
Invisible air.
Something more than invisible greed.

August 24, 2005

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