if you could hear what I hear

if you could hear what I hear
the breathing and warm yellow
the light and heat and mix of air
the soft sound between the breaths

then I could hear what you hear
the lying close and touch of night
the falling whistle of the log
the light and rumble and old coat of life

and if you could hear all this and me
then we could measure space
between these breaths
and make a half a whole and all we hear

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