The Air

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We wanted to move, but we took a rest.

Not by desire, but by choice.

A choice to keep ourselves apart,
so the invisible force,
the invisible legion,
the tiny army,
would not reach us.

The terrible torrent that could be inside, turning us,
At the smallest part,
into more of them.

And as they grow, the air stops flowing.

The air, a currency that is always free.

Moving from one lung to another slows to a stop.

For them, the air can not now go where it did.

For us, for now, it is as effortless as it always has been.

Let us breathe now for them.