air shines through my flesh br neon roves in my blood br fresh air i breathe with br every pore br br well mixed adapted air, br not pure oxygen- that br stabs my lungs bloodless br i feel i am pure air br br not air for being unseen br by others but inner br feeling of me- a br feather i am br br only a dark speck br on the near sea-shore br a speck i know too well br to be afraid br br wish: air oxygenates br the dark speck- an br attack of pure hairbr br Michael Witkowskibr br