Break every link with air and mist,
Seal every open vent;
Make throat as tight as miser's fist,
Keep life within you pent, Breathe out, breathe in, no more, no more,
For breathing's for the meek;
And when in deathly space we soar,
Be careful not to speak.
If you with grief or joy are rapt,
Just signal with a tear;
To soul and heart within you trapped
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