An age-old steel box
stands isolated at dusk.
Mysterious in appearance
and inquisitive for its contents.
Two pairs of eye holes to reveal
the inner sanctuary that beckons us.
A submerged world. A drowned life.
So to hold ones breath for an eternity
with another. We peer so above, we peer
so below the surface of Breather.
List for Doug Foster
NOW Gallery
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