Imaginary Land. No time. No space. Only rhythm

My heart and lungs are the only remaining vibrations
they hold the shell of me.
I dissolve into air,
slowly, tenderly,
releasing skin, bones, and veins.

I am an organism.
warm, slow, softly trembling.
Once I was fire, water, and earth,
but now — I am air.

No time.
No space.
Only rhythm

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