Air

Here's a Babelfish poem, just for fun:

Your existence vibrates the air,
when you walk alongside me,
smile.
And I smile,
you see the beautiful sky.
There is no God,
we are God,
we draw meaning, pattern
the yellow leaf made to disperse,
the young child laughed secretly,
I am anywhere.
There is infinity and I can't look;
Perplexity isolates me.
My finger reaches to touch this separation.
My word goes out in the night,
to everyone.
Your pulse strike the air.
I can't breathe.