Once in a while
Breath comes easily
And goes easily
No crowding of molecules
As if a bottleneck of traffic
Rushes down the windpipe
(horns blowing)
No gulping and choking
As if it were the last car
Gasping and sputtering
(running out of gas)
Racing toward the lungs
(all that space)
Diving toward the heart
(keep the ticker going)
No, sometimes the pace
Calms
The wheels
Crawl
The air
Softens
The eyes
See
Open
No.
Not now
Now
Rushing wind
Keeps these
Eyes
Barely open
This song just won't stop
Singing
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