If you’ve heard the winds billow
Then your attention is held
Mere seconds, maybe
If you’ve heard a swallowed breath
Then your attention is held tight, like a constricted neck
Mere but heavy seconds, elapsing
I wonder if you hear me…
The winds must have swallowed my words
If my breath I swallow too, time and time again, yet you cannot perceive…
Then the winds have conquered
Your attention, now held…
Then it is as tight as a constricted neck
And as you panic
It it too late…
One last breath taken
The winds billow, cue the dirge
The winds have conquered
And a blank page is turned open