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Thursday, August 4, 2011

...smoke...

smoke

slowly, coming into focus
curled wisps roll up
clouds pour forth
looking like pillows
choking off life
covering the world
touching the landscape
darkening the skies
hanging in the air
like a swarm of phantom locusts
looking for the lungs of sweet innocence
finding lungs of corrupt diversion easily
smothering love with satisfaction
delivering narcotic release
twisting the duality of dragons in flight
slowly metamorphosizing the hearts of billions
covering the world
blackening the eyelids
soon this reality
will be the impression
of a charcoal relief
this empty embrace
is for the eternal
if you seek it out
on the blinding path
you might find the fire
at your feet
before the flame
is you

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