It's almost
as if each
consecutive breath
has given me
a brand new life.
so what's that?
sixty or seventy
new lives a minute?
a thousand or so a day?
Certainly enough
to find a hobby,
maybe look at
the silver stars
one last time,
or discover
the secret
definition of
suffering and,
if you're lucky,
the chance to take
a closing breath
before offering
a final, futile
suggestion.
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