Inhale your strife, so dry and tight-mouthed, To exhale a triumph, sparking wildfire into every tendon Every sinewy circuit alive and loud Extending your branches wide and out towards "heaven" That's when I saw through the clouds, looking beyond and within... I saw true Light A spark of fight that was only learned on a stretch of endless nights I called my adolescence Sharpened my senses, and shed the pretenses of a town too cool for the extraordinary, Too weary of the curious mind of which they were not familiar, Questioning a life that was [and always will be] all, but linear For as I grow and progress, I must also die and digress Rise and fall again like running short of breath Yet still I breathe, [even amidst the dry heave] The thickness in the air is more than what I could conceive I remain an air warrior, a nomad and priest See my starving people crumbling to their feet No, I do not weep for them I celebrate with them in spiritual feast Blessed a...