smoke curls are seen through different eyes,
when you must see them from two points of view.

on the secondhand method:
there is no distinction, every moment
doesnt really seem to matter that much,
but there is smoke to feel- to inhale.
it's more toxic. but it's a taste that
you grow accustomed to, soon enough.
this was my first discovery:
the way the light filters through the
runoff, it's particularily devastating
and alltogether beautiful at once.

but for every two hands,
there must be at least one.
and for the first time, i understood

that the smoke will curl in a much different
yet still uniquely beautiful way
when it must be taken in to the hands
of the observer; when it must pass

through filter through mouth to lungs
back out mouth (and some the nose)

and start dancing on the air directly
influenced by the eyes of the vessel
that has just wrought it's confusion.

from hereon out, this gets easier
i'm told. maybe i will forget the
general beauty of it all and blame
this for everything that could go wrong;
but for now, the smoke dances
upon the air, and the light,
still oddly beautiful
is for now the willing partner-

as i for now am again a spectator.

05/31/2004

Posted on 06/01/2004
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