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Breathe In

By John I. Blair

And with each breath
Think “I exist.”
Think ”bird,” think “shell,”
Think any simple sound
To ride the rise and fall
Of my hot chest.

But think it
Brain and bone,
Sinew, cell,
Till “I” winks out,
No longer bound
By breath at all.

©2005 John I. Blair

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