You are to me a ventilation
I am to you a ventilation
breathing new life
into us
through the narrow gap
in the mindless wall,
in the enclosure
of the flesh
of the iron
of the glass
strongly built up
we are locked together,
hacked
wrecked
in the stony world
poorly ventilated;
the window of its heart
clogged
fogged
with sad darkness,
and in life’s dungeon
states of mind
matters of heart
cries of the soul remain
all unuttered
utterly unventilated
Even then....
you are to me a ventilation;
I am to you a ventilation:
We are breathing
new life into us
loving mingled souls
all the time...each moment...
