Incessant metronome of beep and hiss
That count of indrawn breaths
Mechanical tracker
Of this thing called life
Silence so deep
Between the beep and hiss
A wavy line to distract the eye
From gazing too long on unconscious form
Breaths synchronise
Father and son
I draw in and wait
For beeps permission to exhale
We wait you and I
Conscious and unconscious
Breathing in time
All that’s left of us
Somewhere between
This breath and the next
Between your breath and mine
Death crept in
So now we wait
Ragged symphony of breath
The spaces of rest grow longer
Between this breath and the next
The metronome of beeps
And spaces ……..grow

Where breath                 breathed

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