when I don’t breathe

(suspension),

the cosmos we’ve created

surges eternal

through my retinal vein

 

(molecular galaxies

of atomic import).

 

with the first gasp back

in this reality’s artifice,

I’m captivated by you

and I rejoice…

 

although…

(stay still)

sometimes…

(don’t say it)

 

there is too much

respiration

in this mirror world.

 

how dare you

(how

dare

you)

 

acquit me of

perfection?

 

@OneLittleFishie2015