I think I'd like to smoke at sunset
If only I could get the sun to rise.
In the darkness it's just me and you,
My little orange glow to light the way.
There's not much left of this one.
What it was is now just some ashes.
If I could go back to when I started,
I would have ponied up for 100's.
I inhale the spirit of the body
So easily pried from it's corpse,
But the smoke is tastless
And I watch it flee from me.
A last drag on the stub.
Now the fuel is up.
The embers fade out.
I drop away.















Comments
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Coplan
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Indeed.
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. . . "Beware, and be on your guard against every form of greed; for not {even} when one has an abundance does his life consist of his possessions."
-Jesus of Nazareth, Luke 12:15
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In truth there is no such thing in man's nature as a settled and full resolve either for good or evil, except at the very moment of execution.
- Nathaniel Hawthorne, Twice-Told Tales "Fancy's Show Box"
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Coplan
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Hmm...
*scribbles notes furiously*
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When the ground is shifting from your feet
And the sense you talk is crowned deceit
When you dance past gravity
When the world will not believe
Then dance into a New World
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In truth there is no such thing in man's nature as a settled and full resolve either for good or evil, except at the very moment of execution.
- Nathaniel Hawthorne, Twice-Told Tales "Fancy's Show Box"
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