With every breath I take,
With every gush of air
Into my lungs,
Every slow or quick expansion
Of the diaphragm below my ribs,
Flaring of my nostrils,
Faint hiss past hairs and
Mucous membrane,
Past vibrant vocal cords,
Life also rushes in,
Proving once again
That of the three essentials
Compared to air
The other two seem
Quite inconsequential.
