standing outside
when streetlights
turn on, it was
beautiful all
along outside,
where i could
have had a day –
maybe died –
and yet if fate
is a real thing,
there are moments
where you are
invincible where-
ever you breathe
maybe i’m not the one who is
the one who makes it
maybe not so
still i enjoy
to raise my arms
aloft at sun-raise
and say rise!
i grant thee permission
come on up out
i have a little
chuckle over
my stupid orange juice
then continue getting pushed around
like as if i was
a silly silver pinball
wound up
in the present
tense – following my air –
with all this awareness my brain
can watch
my breath
my molecules – all mine – until
a fresh, wet present tense
murders the last
then dies
beneath
the fresh, wet grasp
of a new present tense –
when i try to control my breath
i tense
my brain
wound up as if i were a watch
then, without awareness,
my body breathes
for me
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