I await
that heavy handed caress
the earth’s vengeful finesse.
the oblivion i embrace
majestic and all consuming
magnificent when beheld
magnanimous with its tremendous power…
let me have
that thirst to survive
that willful instinctive frenzy
that one last
valiant attempt to breathe…
and wanting to breathe.
the minute
fading
the bit by bit
wearing
tearing
only makes
the rented holes
larger
yet brings
you no way
nearer to its
edge…
it remains
yawning ever wider
but only gnaws and nibbles away…
remaining above all else:
guiltless.
intotheindigo 
The title (which I adore) makes me rethink the poem every time I read it. That is wonderful.