The Apneatic.Posted: April 5, 2009
I am a man of fire.
I am a calm stream of thought prone to interruption by sporadic flares of action.
I am a rock thats been chiseled by flame with a jagged, solid surface left warm from it’s lashings.
I can unfalteringly prosaic and, in the same moment, retain the capacity to explode and send shrapnel outward — carving up the space around me.
I write the word “optimism” on my hand so my fire doesn’t turn dark.
I keep my breathing slow and even.
I am the ever-wavering apneatic.