Only The Living Need To Breathe

				      Do you ever feel that
				You need more space to breathe in
			 	 As when people seem to buy you
				    	 78 stylus down
				     Within politic grooves
			 	     Of disharmony unbound

			           A jarring functionality
		                Like some fractal-canon missive
			     	       Importunate to the draw
				           Of attention
			                 Yet dismissive
		            As if passed having arrived yet not gone