Whooshing, endless whooshing
As a machine, a building breathes
Pushing new air in, old air out
It is a manufactured layer
Of the same... Nature
These metal lungs breathe
To feed those inside
As our lungs breathe
To feed the structures inside
That in exchange
Keep us alive
Keep us other
From the breathing building
YOU ARE READING
poetic mistakes
Poetryjust my musings Feel free to leave comments or whatever but don't expect me to do anything about it. This is just a place I put what I write
