| | "Think before you wear yourself away"
Speak to me from beneath the grave
I’ll be standing over yours
But don’t worry, you will not be underground
Rather dead above ground, in the worst of ways
While your lungs are still capable of breathing
and your children capable of seeing
You will not grow as if you are
Stable
Breaths inhale and exhale so hard
As a pound
As if breathing will rip down these partitions
that remain after your implosion
Dispel and display the inches left, the heart, the hearth
The dirt will not bury you
But the doves will disappear as well
As when you begin to dissipate while breathing
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