Breath of the Block

This breath—
like the last—
arrives unseen,
unclaimed,
but real. We never hold them,
only witness.
And still,
they leave their mark. Each inhale:
a genesis.
Each exhale:
a ledger entry
in the temple of time. Not all is kept,
but what is witnessed
may be remembered. And in this remembering,
we build
a silent chain—
not of weight,
but of presence. One block.
One breath.
One eternal moment
committed
to the quietest archive
ever known. You may never return here,
but this moment did exist—
and because you breathed it,
so it remains.

Mæx et al.
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