let me be smoke

I am smoke

folding ribbons of disappearing




in curls that rise and dance

a geometry of truth

a Pollock mathematics

that defies imagination

works magic

in the fleshly air

if you can find space i worship you

if you can prick density

you are my god

Let me be smoke

for touching clouds is my dream

even if i must tiptoe on fat island leaves to reach it






24 thoughts on “let me be smoke”

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  2. Gorgeous! I’d missed this when you first posted. Glad I found it. I think it’s interesting how we can identify with things as ethereal or ephemeral as smoke, as if we understand the essence of us is something other than this human body or even human being.


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