Tsooh-Hah—

I feel it moving
strings of candy floss
to catch on my arms
while it rides the back of the wind.
The spaces in between my fingers
feel utterly significant,
grasping at moments as they slip
through my invisibly
webbed hands.
I feel the strings rolling
into my lungs
with each breath
that ripples across the lines
of bare-chested dancers.
I rock on the knots of the world.
They tie onto my toes
and bid me to breathe deeper
than I can breathe out
or I can breathe between.
But I try.
I hold the restless air
in next to my heart
until I feel the cold spread up
from my fingertips to my lips
in a swift stream,
and then I release it.
The cotton is still soft
and warm against my speckled skin.
It spins among the fibers
to braid the fabric sky
into a banner of faith. 


I listened to this song on repeat (very quietly) while I wrote this, which I recommend, but it is actually inspired by the physical feeling of taiko drums (best played loudly).  The title is also supposed to be a strange... breathing.  So make it very breathy, if you ever want to pronounce it.