Oxygène

I breathe you — Oxygène
Your final whisper lingers,
Permeates the stale monotony
Of misadventure.

Fire. Fire. Fire. Fired
For not forgetting nor forgiving
The Cause becoming the Curse
& the unfolding thus
So much worse.

Fire. Borne. Breath.
Fire. Breath. Death.
Fire. Dead. Bread

Falling from the heavens
To no one willing to catch
The offering of an eternal path
Out of the stale smoke
Lingering, permeating
The in-between of worlds
Of the self and the other’s —

I breathe you — Oxygène
Your final whisper lingers
Long into the lonesome night
On virgin lips no longer seeking
To redress the Cause —

I breathe you — Oxygène
I breathe you
Until the last longing sigh
Leaves these virgin lips
— of ours.