Silent Architect
No grasping hands can hold me tight,
Yet in your lungs, I build pathways of light.
No distant chase, no yearning quest,
For I surround you, a life-giving guest.
The wind sings secrets, the clouds hold the score,
But the breath of existence resides at your core.
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