Breathing in Stereo

As the sun rolls over the earth,
we pick little strands of radiation

from our teeth. We recognize faces
for what they are–temporary housing

for the circuitry that connects lips
to voice, the processor converting

the sky into a handshake, a kiss
into a little home in the country.

As we pull in each days nourishment
from jet vapor and pollen, we are struck

by the necessity of breathing together,
because our food from the gods

will rapidly compost, but the earthly
morsels we grow from each other

will hold us close in the dusk and
clothe us in the radiance of contentment.

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