Oxygen

Two joined elements swirl around Into its lungs with wisp of sound Turning its blood from blue to red Preserving life as cells are sped And though not regnant is the right Concentration to give it flight From inertness so its mind Can pursue and happiness find If not enough then judgments slow And other gasses overflow Causing bones and muscles to shout Till its progress quickly flames out But if too much its lungs grow weak Slowing its independence streak Making the tissues distended Weight that was never intended Breathe just enough of life’s tonic To perfuse a fit republic Ever poor so it can’t ruin us Ever meek so it won’t rule us