When air becomes breath we experience life,
whether the glass of life is full, half full, or lower.
When breath becomes air the spirit is gone,
there is nobody there, the glass of life
has been drained beyond refilling.
I write this for the living, we don't know
enough about the realm of the dead,
and can only hope that the glass of life
forgives us just enough to refill itself.
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