Anaximenes

Nurtured like a shark within his mothers skin I slip from Anaximanders harbor into an ocean all my own. I flourished when Sardis fell. Becoming folds in on itself; injustice turns to process. All that has been, all that is, all that will ever be, rises from determinate air. Transparent when equable, Substantial when perturbed, all things reflect absence or intensity. Dilated, air becomes fire; compressed, cloud becomes felt becomes earth becomes rock until the slab we live on skips across the infinite like a leaf across the sea. Fiery moon and sun float on breezy night. Stars, like nails in a vault, crucify the constellations they define.

Exhalations from these clods are what we see moving about our pole as a cap skews round the head of a careless boy. The farther from the truth, the heavier the fruit. Forced breath blows cool; a sigh will warm a frigid digit. Burning water makes a rainbow. Lightning illuminates the sky as an oars blade sparks the sea. Moonbows come infrequently. As breath inhabits each of us, wind animates the world. The inner and the outer are as one. Earth is the table on which I set full plates. From these rise natures abundant scents, like vapors rising from warm food until my offering satisfies a hungry god. All difference is due to measure. Therefore never count your treasure for fear it will come up shorter than the one for which you hope to barter.