Dreams and mere breath and much talk—
It has to be said all this
Saying of this, this, and that
Makes up the most of what is
A person’s experience
Of a human existence.
The body’s systematic
Urges, hungers, and panics
Don’t fully exist unsaid,
Not for you, not for your kind.
It’s a bit of foolishness,
Then, to suggest it’s nothing
Much to talk, to be dreaming,
To be exhaling mere breath.
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