How shall I take my first breath? As a torrent of alien liquid violently gulped and followed by the scream of annunciation? Or with the velvety softness of a heart slipping into captivity - abandoning self in renunciation? And what of my last breath? Shall it be a cheerless release from the heavy irons of remembrance - regret given up in resignation? Or the laughing gale of Zephyr proclaiming a lifetime victory - justifiable cause for extradition? And which is Life? The unbearable carnal tingling between first and last breath? Or the serene joy between last and first? 14 VI 2009