Monday, March 19, 2018

DON'T HOLD YOUR BREATH

Figuring—the truth
must really
be still

and simple—and
the soul
must be nothing

if not a rarer kind
of air—I finally
decided

to stop
fleeing death
completely,

not realizing—life,
seconds after
the aspiration,

would still
feel compelled—to keep
fleeing me.

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