My 2 breaths

I caught myself between two breaths
No skirmish save for a sample 
Of lingering memory, a daze upon
Which awoke a new example 

Keenly now I anticipate 
My next new breath inhaled 
The coming turn of my soliloquy 
A force I feed compelled 

So I venture down some dusty street
Where my steps become entrenched 
Akin more to an urchins plight 
No saintly hand beseeched 

Until alone my black lighting fails 
All grievances lost to fortune
Bringing down a sweet caress
A wrap in my safe cocoon