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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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