Frederick Kesner - . Moving On

Breathe in - aspire
breathe out - expire
my aspiration knows no expiration.

With each sunset
there be - sunrise awaits
and therein lies my expiation.

Here in a downy refuge lay,
this germinant resolve:
what I was I no longer am.

Frederick Kesner

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