The slow pulling of air
into the still small space
of the heart, brings a
dropping of all the world
save breathing. Let it fall
to the wayside, to the path
of our own existence. In.
Out. In, again. Mark your
life in inhalations, count
your joy in the departure
of what you just brought
in. Let it go, let it go,
again, just let it go. Ahhh.
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