"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

and so we breathe on

the last sunrise of frances


as lunged creatures our job is to breathe

think about it  the only constant amidst

impermanence+catastrophe  is the breath


from your time in the wombtank  to your

time in the tombbox  you breathe 22,000

times  per day!


if you have ever watched a person die  all

that is left  is a breathing cacophony  atonal



until the apnea  the no-breath death   that

last breath  is a thing of such great beauty

it helps the sun rise



Fall 2022  ..the root word of light!  let there be..🎇

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