Breathing thin air
to life
She lay motionless on a sofa
looking far by her closed eyes
towards an act of non-attachment
lustless -
The bonding which she wore out unknowingly.
Tenderly
She came out of her weak bones
hanging paper skins, burned by an age
She was bearing the hours patiently
to dart her thoughts definite
towards an upper sky
thinking about the dead living there.
Strength overpowered her -
a will to die
and still
She called me near
by her most loving fear -
Son, I will not be
I have passed my age
Your father may survive afer me, a couple of years or more
Take your father as your son in his weakling, my son.
Do take care of your son and daughters
Bison will hoof an image from the hidden air
and take me away
What need I say to myself
What is there to breath -
A thin air to life!
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