Cycles

I blink.

I watch my breath escape my mouth

as steam,

a ghost leaving the caverns of my soul.

I watch by breath again.

It appears,

disappears,

one moment of distinction before it blends

with all else around it. 

Isn't it all heart breakingly lovely? 

In and out

death and life

construction and deconstruction

the rythms of the universe. 

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