when your lungs, the day

the drain takes a toll 

and pressed against

are uncountable things;

innumerous shadows and specters

grins with earnest mirror teeth

remember, it’s important to

when the coughing stops

the sickness lingers still

another day, restrained to rest

confined to healing

now, more than ever

you have to

the skies the stars

the thoughts, again; your

choices concerning how to spend

your life and time

have always been too much

and hosting those ideas

is why your leaking

breath and life:

Breathe.