Breath
harsh at first
let the serpent
rise, cool, uncoil;
it’s been sleeping
for light-years,
patient as Satan.

Breath
slow like
oceans rolling,
feel
the mad hug of truth
unlearn your world,
speak 
obscene conclusions
where time is 
and time is not.

Reality in its lowest case becomes
capitalised by the experience,
and a starving blob of star-meat
is finally fed
by the energies nobody
believes exists yet is
stable as magnets.

Breath,
feed the monsters
with faith,
break the ghosts that broke you,
drown
doubts of calm.
  
Love till 
there’s no-one left
to kill.