To The Light Breather

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there's a light that burns

and where the smoke goes

nobody knows


(but its out there somewhere)


the smoke does its blue

vanishing

dance and all that's left


visible is 

ash.


light and smoke remaining,

but dispersing and appearing

as nothing.


every day i inhale the smoke.


(my breath is ash,

but your breath is light.)


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