A Poem About The Largest Organ In Your Body By Volume

Jan 25, 2009 17:44

Breath in.
The tension mounts, and where it counts
The blood is rushing in.
Isn't it a painful shock
The first time it comes in?
But from then on that's the only thing
That keeps your spirit in.
It's compelling, no use dwelling
On it. News flash this just in:
Somewhere deep down you're afraid
That someday somewhere you'll be laid
Unable to breath in.

Breath out.
You're exctatic, orthostatic,
Now you're bowing out.
Something live within your veins
Is slowly spreading out.
While what you've built up inside
Yourself is coming out.
It's relaxing, though it's taxing
And someday it will give out,
Somewhere someday it will cease,
Be you afraid, or quite at peace
Unable to breath out.

[notes for non-biology types: deep inhalation puts a small amount of pressure on your whole torso, but in particular your heart. deep exhalation tends to relax musculo-skeletal muscles system wide. Orthostasis is a vague term referring to the way your blood pressure responds to changes in position, most commonly in the phrase "orthostatic hypotension". Based on their cries, the first breaths infants take are rather unpleasant. Our normal subconscious inhalations are associated with the sympathic nervous system, and thus to the "fight or flight" response; basically we breath in due to a fear of suffocation. You can consciously stop breathing but eventually you will be compelled to start again. Blood that's pumped through your lungs releases carbon dioxide and allows reactive oxygen to be spread through your body.]

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