let me be smoke

I am smoke

folding ribbons of disappearing

me

smoulder

I

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

 

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Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

24 thoughts on “let me be smoke

  1. Hi there, just popping by to say hello, and to let you know that we have a new site – http://www.dagdapublishing.co.uk

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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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