One Breath for All

One tires of gasping for breath, or
Counting out the breaths that fall
Behind you whilst better yet wishing for
Breathing that never ends or not at all.

But in-between the breaths that are fore-
Ordained, my thoughts linger in thrall
To a yearning for a future that at it’s core,
Has no need for breathing ever at all.

I'm so limited by my stilted imagination,
Falsely reliant upon guessed exaggeration.
For beyond what I see must be that space,
That will never be defined as any known place,

Where no breath would be needed at all.
Where one breath would be enough for all.

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