Alexandra Clair

Poetry

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Maintaining to look

towards the void

urge.

To soak in

…just

ob-serve the river .

Sometimes

I try

to think

about nothing

That reminds me to breathe.

The warmth is familiar

I’ve felt it before

and before

and before…

without;

incompleteness.

Every piece is cracking

under

pressure

spilling the warmth

Make breath visible.