Breathing Time

I am not a connection.

I am a conjugation of every verb you have ever uttered,

Before the action you took, just now:

Hidden and mistaken

Slipping between your shadows,

Your ideas,

And a Reality that long ago,

Left you way behind.

The moment you thought you were in.

I am not your connection,

I am your conjugation, so

Stop spitting your words

And start breathing time.

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