An Ode To Breath

It is as if alternative were even feasible, and thus reduced to fear, deception comes as that black leviathan, silent in approach from ocean depth unknown. Unconsciously we concelebrate a history that ridicules ironic tribute; there before its altar rises saintly smoke, desperate gasps to a tradition full of promise, to a holy death. Breathe. It is the measure, then, of all we do not know. Well may you wonder that the legacy of this involuntary interchange of air and element is able to transcend magnificence, provide the light upon the stumble-strewn pathway of a life, and then become the gateway to totality. ~