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For a small moment you forget you’re alive,
you forget that you are you— and it’s not because
by the preciousness of that moment, but because you are
focusing on him.
You turn and ask “What are you doing? '
And he’ll tell you, simply, “Breathing you in.'
Seconds after, you will notice, you were doing just the same.
Though you weren’t (primarily) trying to smell his homely scent
or breathe in the same air as him.
No, what you were doing wasn’t so innocent, wasn’t so forgiving.
The sentences “Inhale good. Exhale evil.' spin around
inside your head. You feel the words caress and stick to you
the way you feel a spider’s web once you’ve walked into it.
You saw them once, those words,
placed at the bottom of a picture of meditating man.
What you were actually trying to do, you’ll realize, was this:
Inhale him. Exhale you.
And for that one breath of a moment,
you were successful—
not right about to be,
but really and truly.
You were complete goodness.
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