lame poem ab nothing

Breathing

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In, I feel it filling me,
Inflating the diaphragm as I speak,
I hold it, keep it to use,
Then from my nose it begins to leak.

It's leaving, climbing out of my body,
It's foreign; invisible and unknown to me.
I pull back in, scramble to keep,
Yet it still manages to flee.

It comes fast, short as I move,
Shooting out like a bullet.
I see it sometimes when it freezes,
And there's nothing I can do to keep it.

Often it's hard to get,
At the top of an impossible staircase,
It's cold and far away,
And there's just no way.

Finally, I've lost it,
Impossible to regain,
I stop moving,
Out.