Collapse.

Follow the kick-drum of the heart to the point where it’s heard loudest.

Exhale to louden the beat, but remind to inhale again.

We are so practiced at holding our breath.

Spend ten thousand hours on the lungs:

Read the textbook on what fills us.

Dedicate a white board to what makes us collapse. 

Hold the bell lightly to differentiate your own pulse from another’s.

Then drink, and dance, and pray, to relearn that they’re the same.