Smoke's
Dream
what will we do
this time, beloved?
sit and watch
crimson dew
pour from heaven
at dusk?
harvest wheat
and split the tares?
or blow a smoking
flax to flame?
perhaps we'll
place our hands
in each other's hearts,
dream of those days
when the earth
was mist,
turn our souls
inside out,
liquefy our bodies,
and remember
for all of humanity
our secret kinship
to the red giants
of andromeda.
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