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