a loud shout a release of steam
pressure that builds up with nowhere to go
a boiler
a cry an overflowing
of within emotional waves
spurred higher by the tides and winds that move us
shift us
to fly in our spaces, we must feel the wind
and learn how to dance with
its gusts and its flows
its eddies and swirls
whirls
slide back down through the layers
that build up our cake
a soft joy when I notice
that here I can breathe
here I can feel
quiiet from the surface currents, closer
to the core of our being
both denser and softer
the lower we slide
sink
here all of that think
is blowing far above
in dances of its own
just fall
delight in the warmth of your being
my being
I
who watches and feels
it
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