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
+snore
until the apnea the no-breath death that
last breath is a thing of such great beauty
it helps the sun rise
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Fall 2022 ..the root word of lung..is light! let there be..🎇
songanddancegirl 