Let the Poem Breathe in You

Let the poem brunkardly breathe in you!

Bathing in the biddling breeze
tanned by the woddling wind
the icy island says: “Downstream!”

Luring in the loofing light
powered by the dooding darkness
the nagging night says: “Upstairs!”

Let the poem blastardly breathe within you!

Accessed by the maddling masses
upgraded by mintled mistakes
the careless computer says: “Nope!”

Let the eloquent ending of this powerful poem
bravely breathe its potentially soothing silence
in the courageous cavities of your humming heart!