Song of Smoke
The heavy black bird
resting on every green exit sign
With a dark wing he gestures
into the distance that you are already driving into
He will wait to be thanked
Evening of the evening
dessert of the dessert
Most beloved parts on the body of the beloved
Sensation and emotion are not the same
but they do share some wiring
Name the thing you feel
to see it rise from you
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