Breath was drawn
leaving outlines of a life
but it occurred to me
as I fought my own chronology
time is a murderer
accumulating the lost
and so I wondered why I was hurrying
when he will get me anyway
and so I drew another breath
softer on the outline
much easier to erase
breath
Breath
The hush of the sea sounds like the worlds breath
Each breath a different shape
Each slotting together
like a jigsaw
Breath
The earth sighs its breeze
Like it’s following
The deflation of my lungs
And if you listen carefully
you can hear the leaves
Scrape across pavements
Tasting their crunch
on the tip of my tongue
I reach out to the world
My stone face chiselled by salt water
We sigh again
Like the rising and waning of a wave
Turning still
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