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Anatomy of breathing

Steady those blotted hands
dress in all your layers
and load it with bated breath

this moment will pass
the moment has passed

and if you bear its weight on one shoulder
the other is left free to sigh
when someone wonders why you seem unmoved.

Sigh and only whisper
that winds still sway the feathers in your hair and sweep the soles of your feet.