The clanging metal
The searing psyche
Of orange ‘n red embers, burning inside
Held twixt my fingers, with every breath of life.
A silken touch on chapped lips
A heaving breathe of smoky whorls
The craving soul, the cackling nerves
A rush of the head and the thirst within.
The velvety dark sky, a mayhem inside.
The delight of the soul, a moment’s respite.
A moment of being,
A sense so sublime.
When everything ceases to be.
And life runs against time.
The day behind me, darkness to come
I gaze at my last cigarette and marvel how time flies!
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