Breathe

Picture a pulse....
For two minutes, the beauty of a pulse
Abstract in every sense
So smooth the way it struts its way through Life, as proud as a peacock in mid bloom
Beautiful....
Sense is not beautiful, sense so versatile among other words
Noun, direction word, action as well
It makes you ignorant to the possibilities of Living, see now...I have none
As you once were the very base of my stance see now... I stand here and replicate the person I use to be

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