One Is Still Breathing

Air in and air out

Our lungs are stout

What are alveoli about?

I'd rather zip my mouth!

Because the air that we breathe

Is invisible like the pleat

But folds are underneath

A quilt they bequeath!

So words are in the breadth

---Our daily padding weft

To sail------fore-and-aft

Using the fabric of breath!

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