I let the breath sink, like a wormhole

I inhale

I read the exact location — behind the stomach, in front of the pancreas

Into the folds of the peritoneum

Aprons with ruffles and pleats

Around the organs

I inhale and let the breath sink

Like a wormhole

I exhale

But the breath continues to sink

Filling the hidden corners of the abdominal cavity

Spreading in all directions

Filling the posterior space

I feel strength and calm

They call it embryonic breathing

Inhale and exhale merge

Time dissolves, expands

It stops being linear

And becomes like a wormhole

Inhale — behind the stomach, in front of the pancreas

On the exhale the breath sinks deeper, filling the folds of the apron

Inner space is a continuation of the outer

Outer of the inner

Outside

Inside

Inside

Outside.