Hei

Odie O'Dool hath been a fool, soaked in drool he dreamt of jewels

A house of diamonds, roof of sky, he saw it shining from on high

He breathed in deep, the dream was real — his chest was full, his will like steel

He saw the O descend with grace — and Ohm appeared with softened face

"The chain is glass," said Ohm with peace, "Exhale your fear, and find release"

Odie let go — a sudden gust — the chain cracked off like shattered trust

He stepped ahead with pulsing pace, the shack ahead a glowing place

He crossed the door as if in trance, and felt the floor begin to dance

A tether formed around his shin — not to restrain, but hold him in

The well below began to moan — it breathed like earth in undertone

And so he breathed, this second time — exhaling slow through breathless rhyme

In a daze, a cloudy haze, the gleeful nightshade looked at his leg. His leg was chained, to a peg in the sod, and he whispered to himself, "How very odd…"

The dream dissolved into the breeze — but breath remained, and swayed the trees

He inhaled once with burning trust — the chain again collapsed to dust

He walked around the shack with care, and found the well of heavy air

The boards above it gently swelled — as if the stones themselves had knelled

"Did you hear that?" Whispered Ohm, to the potato Odie O, to which the Nightshade replied "We really ought to go".

But Odie lingered near the sound — a murmur rising from the ground

A hundred voices, cracked and thin, were whispering prayers from deep within

He took a breath, then let it slide — and with that sigh, returned inside

Back to the pole, the sod, the chain — the breath of others in his brain

And now he waits, with lungs aware — to act again, when breath is there