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Saturday, March 26, 2011

Breathe.

             The world is wistful and hazy with each labored breath. I struggle. I pull. I wheeze.
        I am drowning. Quicksand. Undercurrent. Summer heat. Thick. Wet. Stifling. Unpierced Cacti. Unrequited embrace of Agave. I long for the Eagle's territory.
            Blustery storm. White feathered snow. Velvety and cold. Prickling my throat. Crystallized Fruit, invading my Mouth. Crushed Stone. A thousand Elephants. Tusks. Rust. Dust. Swallows me whole. Balloons fill. Tighter. Bigger. Wider. I am full. Fuller. The Fullest. I can't breathe.