Friday, February 13, 2009

composed in china (june, 2008)

smoke falls to the ground
life ignites, burns, smothers
falls to the ground
vanishes
once and for all
because one chance is all you get.

(and this came together because i watched the smoke from a cigarette literally fall through the fog to the sidewalk. as much as i detest smoking, it was beautiful.)

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