An Unnamed Journey Slight Change

I sense it is impossible to rhyme in this journey and that even with a poem searching for words something is lost Is it found in the breath slowly with the slightest force should we name it the Force or is it a lightness that joins with the smallest molecules atoms is that what I am and you and the us anything else if false is dust am I trying to form something that cannot be formed or is the Form something we cannot know with its infinite reach A form that is what the Universe is and we are of that form, briefly solid but unending I feel at times a cold heaviness in my chest and I am frightened But if I inhale and see the stars in the silence for that instance forever seems real and unending and a Force that we experience as we search even pray for as we try to define ourselves and the Infinite that is forever