Breathe

i notice i don't breathe much
air rushing in
so slowly, aching
shallow as a thread of water
trickling down a stone

i notice i don't breathe much
save for those times
when i must
gasping, pulling
that sweet, sweet liquid

i notice i don't breathe much
but when i need
that molecule elixer
to smooth the way
in, out, in, out,
hypnotic


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