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Awake The New Year

By Gregory JM Kasunich

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In this breath restored

(drawn in and waiting)

floral and budding– sour in it’s newness

Will we awake with a start? 

A Jolt! 

Oh Joy!

An exaltation! 

Deploy! 

Revere stirred [and slumber stamped out]

Sharp and stretching into–

the trench?

the hill?

the perpetual argument?

the till? 

Will our exhalation be a bellicose cry upon an ashy wick,

re-lit and flickering against the bitter winds of the same?

Or will we drip languid from our downy warmth?

Languishing and tepid in torpor state? 

Stillness lacerating ventricles (breaking down the proteins)

A same sort of indifference, time defiled and fleeting. (easy come/easy go)

Stretching into the still lit sun

a yawn?

a thought?

a fight?

un-fought?

Comfort and joy (abound and surrounding)

In this breath restored- a demarkation hardly worth noting- 

A moment between then and now we rise, once again, and choose to face  the thing, any thing, new and again 

repeating forever for the first time. 

Statistics Concerning Aquatic Asphyxiation

By Gregory JM Kasunich

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This is a fact:

10 people die from drowning each day.

Think about that for a moment:
today maybe
just now —
An infant at the kitchen sink bath
the victim of a ringing phone distraction.
Arrival and departure almost coincide.
Or a day drunk skinny dip.
Bravado and captain in the veins
undone by the push pull tide.
Or a newly made husband,
showboating in a honeymoon sea,
Just now crossing the great divide.
And you continue your ride-
Another lap around the sun
Your life no more urgent
Each breath just a breath
Maybe Knowing but not aware
There are 7 more on their way
And that’s just today