A few more questions

Will I look back on my life
And see a series of ragged breaths
Intermittent periods of fullness
Then vacuum; airtight seals?
And if I choose to reset the pace, then
What? What form does rhythmic gentleness
Or a long steady expansion take?
How do I make room for all of that air
In my self-crowded brain? In that
Shattered-mirror space? In that
inwardly looking black body in
Perfect thermal balance with
Itself steadily cooling, radiating
Its energy toward entropy, space,
Where even atoms do not touch.

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