The All

Bitter battles
Fought fervently
Holographic hell.
Yet,
The breath rises
Slowly
Filling
That which was empty.
Proverbial void;
Appeased
By this moment
Soft and supple
This moment
Clean and still
This moment
Whispers melodic euphoria
Pricking the ear drum
Tenderly.
The breath rises
Releasing
All prior malaise
Proverbial void;
Appeased
By this moment.
Vanquished woe
Rising tides
Ecstatic cascades
The center of the abyss
The alpha and the omega
The all
Resides
Inside
This moment
This breath.