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POEM: Saved by the Breath [a Rondeau]

By Berniegourley @berniegourley
POEM: Saved by the Breath [a Rondeau]

My mind curls up into a Breath
to wait out wild and weary thoughts
about who catches and who's caught
and what is scarier than Death.

A toothless youth whacked-out on Meth -
all roads to hope come but to naught.
My mind curls up into a Breath
to wait out wild and weary thoughts
of men who went the way, Macbeth -
costly made, and yet cheaply bought -
iron-forged, but ambition wrought -
a shapeless agony of Death.

My mind curls up into a Breath.

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