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The Birth of Breath

if kindness is
weakness you’re
the strongest
i’ve met,

and when a blind man
leads shackled feelers
down slicker lips
of cellar
steps,

if there’s a slip in grip
or tumble south,

who’s left to lend
the tale to ears
that won’t
forget?

they too were born
with hands
held

over their
mouths

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took me years of absence to
rediscover inward
breaths,

and love showed up,
just in time to foil another
shallow death.

Grumpy Gorman
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