the breath
deterioration is
the bask of good sleep
every three years
yielded to a
tyranny of energy
with no space
outlet
person
purpose
we wake rested, thankful for a moment,
nerves finally calmed
then, the terror at having good energy without a container to put it in
before ATP e v a p o r a t e s
as the last canna lily finally blooms
beyond rickety storm door window
while we collapse