Respired Melody

Inhale exhale inhale exhale
In a twenty ten-slept room
Creaks the stale lung melody
Of auto not stop circulation
The faint screams of God
Banged wisps of Gate in fists
Chess set night of pawns
To sprawling morn behead
That tickled bite of ex amiss
Building ear ring crescendo
Melt explosion back down
They are the notes of melody
Staffed in lights they breathe
Some minutes until Sunday
No clasping hands to clay
Twisted knots of body parts
Two hands, legs, feet, and arms
Two of each and not one more
So sings spotted body breath
Inhale exhale inhale exhale
The sound of alone