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In The Space Between Your Robot Breaths

Still the day, all lantern faced

my name is carnival

in alien respiration

throat coiled and translucent

my hollow, ringing accordion

machines, and grace

when the heart in moments 

repeats one note

beauty in its revocations

returns and is still

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Published February 5, 2022By C S Hughes
Categorized as Poems Tagged Breath, passage, ventilator

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