Incessant metronome of
beep and hiss
That count of indrawn
breaths
Mechanical tracker
Of this thing called
life
Silence so deep
Between the beep and
hiss
A wavy line to
distract the eye
From gazing too long
on unconscious form
Breaths synchronise
Father and son
I draw in and wait
For beeps permission
to exhale
We wait you and I
Conscious and
unconscious
Breathing in time
All that’s left of us
Somewhere between
This breath and the
next
Between your breath
and mine
Death crept in
So now we wait
Ragged symphony of
breath
The spaces of rest
grow longer
Between this breath
and the next
The metronome of beeps
Slows
And spaces ……..grow
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