Inpulse
Breath swells, swoons, sinks and
stops. Yes --
stops. In every breath this tight
point of emptiness and power. Pause
here. This is what God feels --
why (in the next breath)
he created the world.
...........
The title is a place holder. I dislike "untitled" for this one.

Would calling it ‘Breath’ be too blatant? It’s the title that first occured to me but it doesn’t feel right.
The “emptiness and power” is strong and a compelling concept.
I’m sort of thinking of “in the next breath” — how’s that?
“In the next breath” would work pretty well, I think. You might not want to draw so much attention to it within the poem if you make it the title though—maybe opt for commas instead of parentheses.