I Don't Love Breathing

Dreary days loom

As bright days quiver

As queer days cheer

Clouds swarm, budding round the sun

As routinely as nature spins

The sun remains apathetic

Clouds carry ignorance

Trees stand impassive

Sway and sing

Nature carries no passion

Our alterations fall impassive 

Looming, neck hung and flaccid

As routinely as I blink

As routinely as I breathe

Apathetic,

As routinely you are eager,

As routinely you are disheartened

It is nature to remain unresponsive.

I do not love breathing,

As nature does not love raining.