the breaths count down to the appointed time;

the breaths count down to the appointed time;
gasp or aria, the number remains the same.

shut up, my friend, and prolong your quandary;
maybe, sir, you have time for your laundry?

go watch your fate spin past your careful stare;
meditate on sock chasing your underwear.

you think you control your unruly mind-
can you really your lost pajama’s find?

let your thoughts tumble after each other;
don’t be so mad with your absent mother!

let it all go in the sky’s gentle breeze;
don’t chase anything- remember breath, please!

sir, darvish has just one more thing to say:
breathe in with ba, breathe out with ba, to pray.




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