Breathless

I crave that moment;
Though beyond comprehension,
It soothes the anomalies
I have discovered in my soul.
That moment, when
We breathe all the oxygen
Outside
And remain that way
With none of it
Inside.
This cleansing ritual of
Fixing the divine temple
Of unfettered sin and simpleness
A moment when we are
Technically living but not
Practically doing it.
That mere sliver
Of a second is when I intend
To live all there is to live for
--With the perplexing
Ingenuity of being
A breathless being,
On a dying planet
In a dead universe--
Saving this life for that moment
And die.