Shadows, breath, and twine

[I don't know if I got ANYWHERE near where I wanted to be with this.]

It breathed. No one
knows/knew can find
proof of
what it was. Is. Could be.
Fragments of shadows held together by
fishing twine and heartstrings
hold more concreteness,
and we are left piecing the abstract
into absolute.
But it breathed. And
it came from where
the ideas come from.