A Breath Freely Given - A New Poem About Giving Everything | 4.11.25

Typewriter Series #3114

Apr 11, 2025

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Nearer to me Come now And introduce your palms To the sky. Receive this air these breaths I’ve given Freely It is yours now As it once was Mine. All to come Yours With the rest of Me. Never again Will your lungs be Empty. -Tyler Knott Gregson- — Typewriter Series #3114 by Tyler Knott Gregson

With Autism, when you love, you love Hard. With my autism, when I love, I give and give and give and never think a moment on what remains for myself.

I give everything, the hope I carry, the tenderness, the care, the fascination, the hands, the lips, the steadiness, the frenzy. The air I breathe. All that was, all that is, all that will be—given.

I am sure many love this way, but I cannot speak of this. I can only speak of how I love. Let’s break this one down, and as always if you want the full breakdown and behind-the-scenes stories on how all these Typewriter Series poems came to be, please, please upgrade your subscriptions and help keep this place alive. Plus, you get to hear the audio version of me reading these every time, which, I guess is something?

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