To My Last Breath

When I was a newborn, I had no experience to reassure me my first gasp for air would not also be my last. Between that first second inhaled reassurance, and now, I have operated under a romantic assumption, More clean and nurturing air will follow. Now, I have enough post-romantic experience to deter me from assuming this next gasp for healthy air, for more time to listen for compassion still surfing in and out EarthMother's warm bath of nurtured reassurance will not also be my ego's last. My dramatic eco-memory's first romantic breath now also echoes my last timeless moment Fully ecstatically re-investing away from ego's autonomous wall of lifetime erected identity into a webbed forest's nutritional re-memory faithfully resurrected again not autonomous, unpropertied unincorporated unbreathing more than me. And I hope I will not be troubled or even distracted, by all those competing for air time breaths assuming falsehoods of ZeroSum economies in-between first and last.