be the very day

cradle is to infant future as
a river bed is to fleeting
dreams of sleepy precipitation
is to holding moment.

at best i'm at rest;
slow celestial procession
access rem, only now

slow onset sunset

i been thug doubt
and grossed out
ever since
i thugged out
and growed stout
even though
i never thugged
and never grow
i forever trudged
and now i know

breath

what is the difference between the air:
in my lungs, in my trachea, in my throat,
in my mouth, right outside my mouth,
any distance away from me but
coherent enough to identify by smell

and

all the rest of the air in the atmosphere?

the difference is that one is my breath and one is not.