Aqualung running club

Oh my alveoli, oh alveoli,
am I sucking you down
or blowing you out into
a glistening, gradient sky?

Maybe I could run faster
if I took the golden aqualung
off my back and put it into
my brain; red oxygen sun

as the original superfood,
pattern breathing as the real
mental discipline. If I close
my eyes at the finish line

it’s only because it prevents
Neptune’s tears, for a moment.