Die Luft by Katlynn Stecklein

You are the air around me, clairvoyant and amok
I see you in everything, breathing you in
You take shape in any form you want me to fill

You are the air that inflames a fire that’s meant for destruction
You are the air filling water molecules to wash me out
That sits on top of my lungs making it hard to breathe
The gust of wind shaking the structure of a house

The air that fills the diatribe in the things I say
You are the air filling the holes in the baggage I carry
You are the air that leaves a bitter taste on my tongue