The Breath of the Rower

16 January 2022

By Philip Kuepper

There is forecast a heatwave, today,
of eighteen degrees.
walking through the air
is like walking through a shield
of ice.

The clarity of the air is miraculous,
air kissed by a higher essence
the earth needs to flush it
clean of the impurities
of animalkind.

The air out over the sea is stellar.
It is away from
the compromises riddling the shores,
emanating from the forests
of peoples.

A rower, alone,
rows free of such forests.
He inhales transcendence.
Lungs filled with transcendence breathe
of incandescent excellence.

(11 January 2022)

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