Mystical Something

We must have life to replenish the very thought of life
Everything is an antidote to the pain it causes
Air needs strength to breathe, before its weight turns it to ground
Before dust slips away into us, grounding air as dust
When breath is life, air can breathe, it weighs itself against the ground
Smoothing stones to form pieces on our ground
Air is to air as life is to life
It's a tasteful dose, a gentle nudge into the surreal
We give to it, until it's already waiting