The Library of Breath

Somewhere there is a hall with no walls, shelves stacked with the weight of air Each exhale slips into its place, spines of volumes no hand can hold huuuuuu huuuuuu uuuuu huuuuuu huuuuuu uuuuu The library of breath is endless, pages turning without a sound We are written in what we release, kept alive by what we forget Infants file their first sighs there, old men deposit their final gust Librarians we’ll never see sort them by rhythm, not by name huuuuuu huuuuuu uuuuu huuuuuu huuuuuu uuuuu The library of breath is endless, pages turning without a sound We are written in what we release, kept alive by what we forget One day I will wander those aisles, find the volume of a sleepless night It will open like a sudden window, and return the air I thought was gone huuuuuu huuuuuu uuuuu huuuuuu huuuuuu uuuuu The library of breath is endless, pages turning without a sound Every life a shifting archive, forever open, never complete