Breathing

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There is a way of holding the breath
that suspends
precisely between life and death.
Sees neither light nor dark
encloses a blank calmness
keeps out the world’s heavy breathing.
If you could learn it
You could find your place here.
It’s like learning to love
Except that it must be done alone.

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About Diane Weist

First year of the baby boom, ex-hippie who always had a job, born with a raised eyebrow, only child and it shows, occasional painter and writer, outsider. Raging, raging against the dying of the light.
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