Why wake up

Imagine if the feeling

in each of us

was to be

of the same shared lungs.

In a bizzare other realm

Siamese fashion

yet split by apparent locations

each to our own

for personally experienced

exhales,

while every inhale

was a consummately shared

cadence

into these same

etheric communal lungs.

Such an expanse

of emotional space

convening as one.

Coming together each inhale

from this simultaneous surge.

The eventual closeness

of that in breath pause.

Proximity fitting us together

where breath molecules

with emotionally spun cores

are as a giant breathing school

in an awe ocean of aware awash.

Each of us

from that one pair of lungs.

Diverted with separate lips

giving appearances

of misdirection

yet serenaded

by the body heat

providing a soma

physical closeness.

We appear to be standing apart

but adding

to the collective sound,

like a distant surround of hum.

So many warm hands ignited

holding hearts . . .

why wake up?

Breathing on . . .