Breaths Between

Muffled and erratic words flowingly immigrate,
Through the borders of my heart,
As if I enjoyed the feeling of water,
Filling my inner ear,
Pressurizing my soul.
And while I know how long I have stood,
In between the veil,
Maybe beyond the pale;
Because no person can ever forget,
When the earth moves beneath their feet,
I am shaken to my core as to the true disparity,
Between knowledge and wisdom I possess.
I am lost in a rampant chase of time,
Where my compass is spinning,
Between past and future poles,
Unable to presently find a snappily tart blackberry,
To re-register the taste buds on the side of my tongue;
To awaken me to the true limited power of evil,
And its brevity best friend, fear.
So, I stop to breathe, to call out to Him,
Knowingly allowing the tiger to catch me.
However, there is a positive correlation,
To its proximity to me and that of it being paper,
Requiring it now to be subject,
To the same consuming fire that I also am.
So, with one last breath,
I exhale the sickness of burdensome longing,
Turning my despondency into a warming glow,
Releasing the aroma of myrrh and frankincense.