Music drives me,
in a line of Roman soldiers,
not able to pull my weight,
but driven, driven by music.
Not on the flank,
might not be stabbed first.
Trumpets, triumphant, spirit rips and pulls
climbing from my gut,
seeming to escape my drying nostrils..
Bad is leaving me.
I suck more bad into my mouth
from mean turquoise clouds ,
hold the bad air steadily in my lungs,
crushing it, smashing it to nothing.
Exhale and blow all that is good
unto the world.
Elephants are truly large,
and tools are sixty-year-old trees.
I am ninety-five snakes,
sliding to preempt
those who starve to kill.
stillfugue 
#1 by carldagostino on April 8, 2011 - 4:42 am
you are supposed to inhale the good and exhale the bad not the opposite
#2 by Carl on April 8, 2011 - 11:06 pm
Carl, you are citing the Western idea, and it is biologically accurate. The Eastern idea is to IMAGINE that you have the power to inhale all of the bad, hold it (hold your breath), which crushes it, and then after it is crushed, there is all good inside you and you want to share it with the world, so your exhale gives the world all good. Try imagining this while walking on your way to some event and feel the effect. It charges me. After all we are our world, and doing good things for our world is the most rewarding activity….
#3 by carldagostino on April 9, 2011 - 4:45 am
I see. Thanks.
#4 by Life: Between the lines on April 8, 2011 - 6:18 pm
awesome flow, I held my breath from top to end. It sure has a pull on the senses. Hope all is well 🙂
#5 by Carl on April 8, 2011 - 11:10 pm
Your comment is rewarding! I want to have a good flow, and holding your breath feels like a wonderful sign of enjoyment of a type. Thank you for reading and commenting.