If
For that juncture
Between the set of the sun
And the fall of the night
I could breathe
And ask nothing of a place
But to be there
With it.
I would.
If
For just that breath
I could exist
There in passing
Leaving no trace
I would.
If
I shutter my eyes
And travel my thoughts
To stand in the gloaming
Breathe in
And allow sleep to fall
I will.
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