The life of the singersongwriter
it's a sort of circular breathing
what you take in
how you hold it chambered
how you blow it clean through a hole in your head
on its bed of notes
and what it carries with it into the world
all the while the next is waiting
and the next after that is taken in
(with care not to rebreathe
only the monoxide
of your previous exhalations)
and there is no discernible break in the melody
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