(x = space)

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Impulses

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Exhaling’s good

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We feel as if we’re

Letting go,

Letting things out

We no longer

Need

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Maybe small cells

Of disease

(don’t breathe those

at anyone),

Maybe

Small particles of

Memory we

Could do without

Because they act like

Sickness,

Like an infection

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Maybe we’ll

Straighten up a little

As we inhale,

Let the shoulders

Do their part

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Maybe we’ll inhale

Healthy remembrance,

As life allows

For these, the

Memories that heal

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It’s a dicey game

That is no game

Breathing, hurting,

Healing,

Breathing some more

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We learn from

this, from these

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It’s why we

Went to school,

To learn how

To learn

To breathe

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C L Couch

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