Smoking alone in the haze
Laughing to himself
Climbing the ladder of ozone
He falls down with no regrets.
Choking from feverish pleasures
Singing with a broken voice
Giving himself due audience
He has no need of mirrors.
Realizing trips are healthy dreams
Forgetting importance men enjoy
Death is too old for him to fear;
He falls into indifference.
Without him I become
-A smoke in the sea.
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