Counted Breath
P Patti Masterman
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Ghosts breathe you in
when you sleep:
half alive, half dead
a split symmetry holds
this universe open,
keeping the two poles apart.
(death misses you a thousand times
before his blades catch hold)
this world is busy passing,
while we're still counting breaths-
harsh the beauty
turns us inside out,
so we can see the whole again
and recognize our self.
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