Andrew Toutain

Andrew Toutain

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Tempus Incognito

Written By: Andrew Toutain

If there is breath, I will take it.
If there is breadth be it wide.
And if I couldn’t breath I would fake it.
Because if there is breathing, there is dying,
there is dying.
There’s nothing left but silence,
under the earth, under eulogy.
There’s never stopping but for falling;
burns on my wrist, burns on my feet.
Burns on my feet.
Above the waiting painted on their faces,
above the stillness left behind,
above disparate bones there are traces
of all the bullshit and the blindness...
and the blindness.
There’s nothing left but glances.
Glares that lead to questions but leave no salt.
For even the paths will stray from the mountain
but its never, its never the mountain’s fault...
never its fault.
If there is breath I will take it.
If there is breadth be it wide.
And if I couldn’t breath I would fake it.
Because if there is breathing, there is dying,
there is dying.