Too Many Breaths

Sticking to this week's theme of the surreal and subjective, here's a poem that I wrote, late last night:

Too Many Breaths

i-79260b3766b15f547a8330ebbd8bf09b-smoke.jpgBurning through too much stuff
Organizing too many projects
Too many ideas floating in my head
Yet
I breathe
Working too much of the time
Commuting too many miles
Too many people in this land
Yet
I breathe
Using too much of the oil
Cutting down too many mountains
Too much consumption to keep on
Yet
I breathe
Learning too much to remember
Finding too many possibilities
Too much knowledge for one poem
Yet
I breathe
Understanding we're too insignificant
Seeing too many stars to count
Too many souls in the universe
Yet
I breathe
Aging with too much potential
Growing too many cells in the body
Too much unknown in the future
Yet
I breathe
Reading too much between the lines
Guessing at too many of my words
You breathe
Too.

KLF (3/7/007)

Smoke art via Hanging Pixels

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Epicurus, and the Wings of Angels
by
Jonathan Vos Post

To find that all sensation is pain, is the atoms of Epicurus in the snow. That pleasure

is peace deferred & the fear of death along the boughs of willow.

That which you told me with the roundest words is the chord

which makes surrounding silence music & your warmest limbs

communicant by dark, a lyric bitter with anticipation.

I would not have it otherwise. Let thirst remember

fountains; the void, your wave; the space

between us like a mirror, sword to the

touch, your name by sleep; while I

fold your perfume barbed with

softness & your echo

to my sheets: what you don't

hurt, can't

know you!

[17 Dec 73]

http://magicdragon.com/EmeraldCity/Poetry/LoveDeathPoems.html

I think this one could also be called Too Many Thoughts. Yes, very deep stuff. I like it. Nice poem, Chaotic Utopia.