Saturday, January 29, 2011

Between the Creeping and Descending

between the creeping and descending, 2005
There is still air here to breathe.
Breathe in. Cradle the air inside. Breathe out. Send it away with thanks for what it gave.
(Don't look up)
(Don't look down)

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