A Temple for Smoke

Gain one minute.Give back five.That’s the theology of smoke.It bellows from a burning scroll.It ascends the church steeple–Infiltrates by way of ashen veinsThat congeal between the bricks.Its words on my tongueDoth stingAnd doth stainBut when expelled from my lips?I kiss a moment of flavor.One of comfort.One of still…While mother nature and sister timeLay greater burdensContinue reading “A Temple for Smoke”