Breathing Exercise

I am calm and my feet are heavy. Pictures of beaches and palm trees fill me with blue stasis. I can not see your frowning face in the curtain slit. I imagine a steady beat : in and out, top and down, right, center, left repeatitive, always circles back to the point of initial contact. I am warm. My navel the fulcrum of the positive and negative energy alternating in loops while my blood listens to the surface electrics. I am now exploring the sepia and grays. Oxygen bursts out of my inflared nostrils, expelled units of untameable quantum. I know you are counting my rhythm, voyeurist who excels in numbers. This is the way to breath, to catch dreams yet you are afraid to touch my skin aware of process. I am ready to draw in spirits without logic. You will be surprised with how I can escape from reason, regenerate from the detritus they call as: US. Are you ready? This world indeed was not as pictured. Even in my mind I can feel an eye slowly opens.