Any moment could come in time
but not all is proper.
Not all time has minutes
for moments that only took seconds.
What is proper now was useless then
way before presumed thoughts came unassuming.
What else did you presume?
Inhale back exhaled smoke,
Hold it upon the lungs until it weighs the chest.
That burden lightens up when you let go and desperately grasp for air.
Equilibrium shatters and nerves turn violet blue.
Pupils flicker like unsettling desert sun.
All in a span of a second.
That is the beauty,
The delight in breathing in:
When blink itself faces death in a wink of an eye
In the uncertainty of one moment.
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