As life beat me small
I crawled through ,
the air never moved
I breathed limited editions of it
And then I walked gingerly
Careful not to offend the sand under my feet
And then I learned to sprint
And then I marched with the ardor of a desert warrior
I matched on daily until it became my blood and breath
Now , the air, the sun and the moon all wonder at me
Begging for explanation
But I am not aware of them
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