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in and out

Following
your dream
Following
my dream
All
streams flowing all over
Washing
us with water
 
Fresh
and polluted alike
 
Oxygen
passing through me
At
a delicious speed
 
Too
fast to think about
 
Just
breathe in and out
Just
breathe in and out 
 
Where
are all the people?
Not
the workers , but you
Where
are you?
This
waiting chair is waiting for you
 
Bubbles
in my water are breathing with me
In
and out they pop, you arrive:
Alive
like this air in my smoky lungs
Doing
the job for me, living and breathing
 
I
am hearing you breathe
With
my head on your chest
Relaxing
in time
With
the beat of your heart
 
Life
in
Life
out
No
wolves about,
This
time we share our breath
(breathing
sounds)
Chapter
and verse
 
Oh
that white pigeon! I imagine some why?
It
is not the classical dove
Thank
god
As
the dove would not naturally
Visit
so close
To
the new born
Vital
orb, the breath
For
fear of losing its radiance
 
I
believe
The
white pigeon
Alone
Flies
away over the cot and dotage,
 
Programmed
to go home,
 
Who
knows where?
Where
no expectations   perhaps
Wait.
I imagine.
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