MATS GRÖNMARK

A man with a face of steel and a heart of cotton candy. A voice from outer space and wild gray curls flying above. A prophet for those who will listen. A wall of sound that will come crashing down with vengeful force upon all those who bring deceit. A gold mine hidden deep inside the mud.
Once again I have struck gold.

MATS GRÖNMARK CLAM WITHOUT A SHELL

Breathe

Many people breathe
but few are the ones who truly breathe
They come and go
and sway about
They laugh at jokes but nearly drown
An old man is dead
he breathes just to breathe
he opens his eyes to see me
Who am I?
Who am I to live without breathing?
Who am I to laugh without laughing?
Who am I to love without loving?
I am and I will always be a breath
One splendid breath
Breathe

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