Welcome to this moment
The rising and falling of breath
Like a blood orange sun sets
And ascends in circles
Like a crescent moon cradled
In starlight, waxes and wanes
Like a tidal wave
Bends and breaks in wings
Wind hovers over waters
Can you hear it?
Breathe again.

by Taylor Johnson

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