he breathes
in long silent whistles
as if  he were giving
birth to himself
his muscles clinch
his bones in fear
as he waits for the sky
to finish falling
his world  becomes a sea
and like a catfish
he gulps air in gasps
thirsty for an end
(November 2012)

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