When Positionless

This is basically about how bonds between people seem stronger in certain situations, locations and intoxications.

In a place where rooms are entities,
we breath inside a breathing thing.
The thoughts we made go on for days
and for months we keep remembering.

As foolish hypocrites ourselves
we all laughed at hypocrisy.
When still, we were positionless;
when bonded, we were somehow free.

When almost inhaled by a gaping sky,
we marvelled at our tininess,
and we fumbled for our features,
and to the false world, we declined.

And we heard each others voices,
but with our ears in far off places.
Now we wordlessly reminisce
about the world we left behind.

Author's Note

Not sure whether to tether the last two stanza's together (wow i'm a poet and... oh wait a minute...) let me know what you think. Crit welcomed, this is my first entry in a while!

Reviews

[emipoemi]

Wow.....this is profound and powerful! And quite the imagery topped with very juicy lines ("As foolish hypocrites......we laugh at hypocrisy"). The last two stanzas need not be paired together, but suggestions I would give is "wordlessly" for musicality purposes should be placed before the "we", and the "still"/"bonded" pairing seems a bit off, for there's no contrast there, per se.....like the power that the last line of the stanza is supposed to have - the crescendo in power, as it were - seems anticlimactic, for "still" and "bonded" don't really relate to each other in the same way that "positionless" and "free" arguably are linked. That and in Line 2 it's "breathe" not "breath" (the former is the verb, the latter the noun) are the only things I had concerns about in this poem. This is otherwise fantastic, and ends with a killer last line. Well done!