...we open jars full of air from the places we've been...

...we recall the smell of the ocean and our gasps at the tree-line...

...we share tears of joy and loss and remembered pain...

...we're perfect...

...we're buck-*** naked like we'd just been born...

...we get tattoos of butterflies or barbed wire or both...

...we assemble ourselves like intricate watches...

...we lay the sweat of our necks upon shivering tracks...

...we die, together, of laughter...

...we forget...

...we warm Orion's Belt with our ashes...