I saw you gasping
Again and again
Between nothing and nothingness
Where nothing was there but a stone
Be it in the sun, the ice cold frozen tundra
What is air to this stone, the stone of persecution
Stones of death, sorrows, judgments, pity by self or
By others who have taught us by now oh all too well...
We have mastered our own death walking, talking, gasping
between nothing and nothingness as if upon a cross or the last
time we shall have our mouth above water ever again...feigning
what would be life, but we have bound one another whereby to save
oneself every move we make just tightness the noose, or drives in the barbs
of poisonous fangs that not only numb but at once intensify ones pains and of
desperations...
you've been here all much long before
a watchtower whereby you look for the door
the door out, the door unguarded you might slip past
one slick night and too you guard that door with all you've got left
you can still call life,

get out and or don't even dare
enter my shattered temple holy still

like two paths daily moment by moment
there are two gasps you can dare
one as if your first
the other just
might be
your
l
a
s
t
.
   .
     .!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I remember you were born happy
Belly full of joyful loving exuberance

I watched you gasp today
as all that so desperately
just wanted back in

Your beautiful temple
Body soul!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I watched LOVE today
Trying so desperately
With some fervent gasping's
To Simply Be LOVE to YOU!!!!

Fulling out a belly full
of wondrous loving joy
blissful rambunctiousness

To match so graciously
Your Magnanimous Heart!!!!!!!!!!