Isoje Chou Can't Breathe

Breathing is what we do at a dime a dozen.
What does that mean?
Breathing gets done either way, any way, all ways, being itself exigent on things.
What does that mean?
Breathing is beyond the toll at the gates, the slam or a hammer, the within of the without.
What does that mean?
Breathing is what we do every second of a minute every minute in an hour every half of all of that living and breathing.
What does that really mean?
Breathing is a room, a home, a table with a book shelf a family to call your own the living the being the owning of the self.
What does any of that really mean?
Breathing is learning it is living it is the remembrance of horror checking the maps ahead to guide against insults or a bullet it is the assurance of dignity or a guide from being clubbed to death it is inhaling beyond the limits of history it is reaching a point by the river and slowly walking that river the air sucked in into your lungs to examine to expel to release that shuddering breath for new breath to come never forgetting the old ones it is the promise of self that must be made to one's self…
What does that mean? What does any of it really mean? I can't breathe! The air stinks!
 

Isoje Chou

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