your last breath
is already inside you
tucked into
a pocket of a lung
it’s the one
that entered you
when you were drawn
from your mother
that cry you bawled out then?
that was someone else’s last breath
that had been given to you to hold
until you emerged
how it got
from them to you
although a puzzle
is not your concern
focus here instead:
how sweet the sound
of energy returning
when all was thought lost
who were you
you should ask the next newborn
are you my former angel
are you someone i should know
exhale that
and your questions will settle
where they belong — on the ears of
the past becoming the present

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