(caught the water though not the fish) The Winter's Tale 5.2.82

An ordinary out breath

Let me die softly.
Wrapped in my wool shawl,
Huddled. Chin and knee in
the circumference of my elbows:
all parts of me in my reach.
Malfunctioning parts
aligned, bent into a globe.
Circuit board circumvented
refused. Let me, in the
course of an ordinary out breath,
on such a day unsurprised,
come softly undone.

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