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there are creatures among us

simple creatures

which thrive without oxygen.

without air.


they exist, persist, move, dance,

as if thrown into a death trance,

all without a single breath.


the scent of a rose

freshly blossomed leaves

newly cut grass

the aroma of a spring rain

or the spray of the salty ocean mist

will never surround them,

hold them,

comfort them.


deep breaths

shallow breaths

excited breaths

will never

cause them to pause,

struggle to live,

fight the coming collapse.


for they live without

their entire lives.


what if they inhaled deeply

for just a second –

the scent of a newly blossomed rose

covered in dew drops

on the back freshly cut grass?


would they ever go back?

fail to breathe ever again?

deny the beauty they now know

surrounds them?


or would they be trapped in our world,

filled with oxygen until they burst,

a death-filled curse?


Shaking, shuddering, clutching

tight the beliefs of what once was

only to be forced to live in the

beauty of what is now,

fighting the ever growing out of control

downward spiral

as their lives filled with air

beautiful yet tragic,

entranced with the magic.


dizzy, spent, exhausted,

fearful yet anticipating

even welcoming the coming death

much as a sleeping caterpillar longs to

burst forth from her chrysalis,

live for three days,

spreading joy and beauty,

only to finally collapse,

lost, forever.


one breath,

one life,

one joy,

gone too soon,

beauty formerly unknown

brings them to

their knees,

forcing them prostrate on the ground,

unable to fight the dizzying array

of intoxicating scents, senses, emotions.


so they fight,

trapped in a death-dance,

wishing they could break free,

wanting to do just one thing –

without fear of losing all they know forever –