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.