Breath

For want of words in the night I may have stopped breathing Morning was the litmus test to verify if I continued to breath .

God’s mind was what the poet thought when he would hold on to unknown words from the night’s landscape. They were  words that brought life back .Poetry thinking was  mind of God .

One thought one knew Gods mind, not what was in it. One thought that poetry knew God’s mind. But one never knew when the breath stopped and the words no longer came .

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