Friday, September 05, 2014
There is only so deep you can go
Before the air runs out
And the more you reach
The less breath you can take in
And must measure pleasure
With survival and whether it is wiser
To withdraw or die there in bliss
Our lives our circumscribed
By such limits, that place
From which me must leap
Or take a step back,
Reevaluating what it means
To go on after being pumped up
So much we do not often
Understand the consequences
Of coming or going,
But we ache to continue,
To come and come again
To breathe deep when there is
Nothing left to breathe
But our own expected breath
And yet, when all is said and done
Sometimes, that is enough.
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