fall
drop
dead
released
from blown-up
egos in the
confusion
of being,
changing forms
and borders,
seeking survival
absurdly
holding on
to find
meaning
until
for surprise
silence
gives soul
to the mind
and
the bats
tousle its hair
thousands
flying away,
noise
leaving
and the heart
stops for
the moment:
do not forget
to breathe.
it is the air
in which
our light moves
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