In the gravity of gains and losses
We are pushed, we are pulled
In the molds of predictable and unpredictable mess
We are rendered alien forms
Stretched out, stretched thin
Spread out in all places
Until we don’t know where we are, who we are.

In the too many whereabouts
Be the best friend to our own
Inhale for gravity to be defied, for clarity to come
Exhale for your soul to be cleansed
In the too many whereabouts
Let the element of air be your ally
As it lifts you up, as it places you home in the entirety
Let go of the sphere, step back from the center
Look from above, draw it all in
Be alive in the entirety.