complete breath
when i-who-resists-change spattered hot wet balls of bereavement against distant walls tiny cries of surprise and anguish leapt to life like jumping beans surfing a hot rush of air sliding sing-song in a curiously amplified exhalation - Huh huh huhhhhhhhh
continuing to exhale
i-who-avoids-change expelled
a living tsunami of spirit, sputum, and tears
a salt-saturated wake pulsing forward
exhibiting in its egress
a potent production of disintegrating debris
dropping heavily out
and out
on the breath
i-who-refuses-change
saw its soft pillow
denial
take the shape of a despairing angel
saw it lifted and carried by hurricane-force winds
its white robe a flapping flag
its countenance a desperate grimace
beauty by ugly truth perforated
drifted beyond its will to be
then
still expiring
croaking one dying blast after another
escaping bliss hissed a wild idea into view
a belief that the prior world could be resurrected
by a refusal to inhale
and
tiny
i who-entertains-the-possibility-of-change floated
in the void between breaths
sharing space with this new knowing
that
because of the nature of breath
emptiness is filled and fullness is emptied
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