Breathe

Under the winter sky I stand,
my lungs burn from the frigid air.
Silence is welcome since words fade

quicker than the puffs of breath
measuring my mounting loss.
This ramshackle soul may be built

for eternity, but the finite still
crushes these bones to dust,
freeing the soul to finally fly.

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