I breathe deeper, deeper,
and the road stretches out,
dropping all its bends
all of a sudden, mindless
of all those flocking stones.
And as I run to its empty end,
across strands of charred words
and the curling ashes
of the thoughts that used to be,
I am, and again, I breathe,
a glimpse into the shadow
of a forgotten cloud, born anew
into the paradox of being.

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One Response to Breathing

  1. Anette says:

    The road… being sure is a paradox.

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