a few breaths

i woke up when the phone rang
announcing that the owners mannual was here
but where here is is a mystery
a cloud settles on a leaf
in a snow storm
hungry blue dogs roam in the tune
of the first wind passing through
an aeolian harp
on a rock in the north sea
the pink sperm stands up in an egg
and turns brown scorched in a xerosere
you get three breaths
and you can't hold any one of them
for more than a few minutes