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Breath Morphology

No resistance,
irresistibly so.
Eye peek 'round
the corner, but seems
I canno breathe any
more.
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � How (ow)did it all come to
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �somesuch or other of this?
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � Life blowin'way faster than
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � Eye can see what it is......
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � What is it? What can it be
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �that suddenly thrust "my
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � generation" (talkin'bout my....)
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � into quaint febrile fragilation.
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � Listnin'for
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � ol'Daddy
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � Death's
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � footfalls
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � in the hall,
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �Wondering who's time is nigh.
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �While my own flame crackle'spits
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � them glowing embers en route
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � to a kind of cold down to th'bone.
. � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �Notices glued to PostOffice walls
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �warning of familial calumny comin'.
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � Mamas & Pappas flipping they wigs,
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �resolute not to suck it all up again.
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �But whaddya gonna do
When street lights go
dark?. and no one can
grasp the "solution" to this
prick'ly ass problem? that
no one foresaw, when
time for foreseeing came to call.

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Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX

(DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)

Published 15th Sep 2019

Author's Note

"Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars"

#God #peace #philosophical #regret #war

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Re. Breath Morphology

Ahavati

15th Sep 2019 2:10pm

The form reminds me of the outline of a gun. . .very somber write, Dan.

Now I have 'Talkin bout my generation' as well as the Mamas and the Papas California Dreamin running through my mind this morning!

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dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)

15th Sep 2019 3:09pm

-- 'Talkin bout my generation' as well as the Mamas and the Papas--

GooFoYou----- my "gift" of the day to dearest you.

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Re. Breath Morphology

dartford (Paul S...)

- Edited 16th Sep 2019 00:21am

16th Sep 2019 00:20am

hard enough to catch a breath
when we're young, but now
we're way past our peak flows ..

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Re. Breath Morphology

badmalthus (Harry Rout)

16th Sep 2019 00:58am

Everything is happening all at once and so very fuckin' fast...and the existential truth of it all is...it's all so impermanent. Love this ink Daniel and the construction is brilliant.
Cheers...Harry

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