annihilation of the planet
to become aware the air
has changed, attenuated
to the point my pulse is racing,
chasing, gasping, rasping
for a whiff of oxygen.
I'll get one soon or die,
dramatic cry for help that is
already on its way from
heaven's gate, straight on
it comes, an asteroid of
affirmation answering my
plea, a meteor of murmured
prayers, a catastrophic end
to need, new life, an atmosphere
so perfectly attuned to heart
and lungs one wonders how
could life survive so long before.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2015
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