Thursday, February 27, 2014



The oxygen from this morning
I miss it already

Last year’s oxygen
I wouldn’t know it if I tasted it

The world joins us
gulp by gulp

This is in many ways a preparation
We are also breathed in

by this place
What we share now

all who call themselves alive
is akin

to the sleep
shared by those in the same bed

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