Stop dying

Again this morning 

I postponed dying. No, no, 

not suicide, but that routine

dying, habitually almost. 

I dusted off the membrane of night, 

got Bob on the lead, 

then we walked into morning air. 

(Mornings are beautiful beings !) 

There is an un-breathed breathing, 

a sort of suspension of an air-intake, 

when the inhalant burns deep. 

Something of that sort happened

to me this morning

and I let go of the daily dying. 

I felt uplifted. 

So listen:

let the world go to blazes! 

Do your thing, Stop dying.