Wednesday, March 19, 2008

wisps of smoke - 3/19/08

wisps of smoke
rise up in the air
billowing clouds
tell the stories we fear to speak
breathe in the colors
of the barroom
breathe in the colors
of death
breathe in the colors
of the children’s cries
breathe in the colors
of life
unfold
in colors
blue, silver, gold
flames licking at my feet
enfold
me in the majesty
of nature
overtaking concrete
crunching
beneath my feet
envelope
me in clouds
purple, pink, maroon
a rainbow
in the danger
a sunset
in the coming
soon the blackness comes
and covers up
the blame
return me home
wisps of smoke
rise up from underneath
sweet release
sweet emptiness
return to
apathy

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