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Smoke

Visible: Curling over and round

Gaseous: Untouchable and wild

Product: An end, a beginning a circle

Incomplete: Needing, wanting - never totaly

Combusted: Burned up - gone, but fulfill king

Smoke: Visible gaseous product of incomplete combustion

How I love thee.

Now that clear is how unclarity begins

how the smoke curls up around us

and the herb that always wins

brings smoke to every room

and takes the edge away,

floating on unendly.

The smoke takes me to higher levels

places I have never before been

I wonder through the wilder wilderness

And wonder what it is that brings

me here - mist surrounds me

I do doubt when I skin up once more

and look upon the ill I am presented with

Doubt my power and my lore, I tell

but don't convince, not even me.

Or do I lie, as I have feared, to thee?

Yet the smoke brings me it's happiness

Lo and behold - I'll smile through this

And wish that this could stay unendly

The fog remains, to fill the chambers,

chambers in my head, replacing the

remaining doubts

Visible gaseous product of incomplete combustion

How I love thee!

Copyright 2000 Rolf Remie and Alexander Setz