and through that space
he sought a moment
a moment where space wasn’t suffocating
and they could breathe;
away from these fumes left from yesterday
the suffering of those before left to rot
to choke the present
and the gift was this moment-
where we let our guard down;
let the space travel past
arms open wide
a space
where existing isn’t a bother
a crime
where existing is a gift
Saint's Muse 