This particular breath came from a different breeze.
A touch of something without a name,
A song that inspired hesitation;
Something in the air that pulls my gaze from the future to the present.
At the top of the breath I wait for it to give itself an identity,
But it remains nameless,
And I wonder how long I can live inside this breath.
Not long, I find,
And I must give this borrowed breath back to the universe.
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