Wow that's a pretty heavy piece. What a challenge! Will have to bingeread the previous poems as well.

Had to turn off my scientific thinking for this part:

Energy cannot be created or destroyed, just transmuted.
And so I accept that I am dying with every exhale,
and am being born with every inhale.
And in the moments between the two lies the Abyss.

But once I stopped thinking about the blood cells that are still carrying oxygen between breaths, the thought of what's in between is interestingly really soothing and mesmerising.