The wisest men stagnate the skies
With swirling thoughts from their pipes.
The wisest men travel and rob coal,
Without impressing the sheriff or his deputies.
The wisest thought comes from the pipe,
Smoke is inhaled, inherited and inhibited.
A wiser thought comes to the very philosophical
Adam's son, who denies the creating of spirits.
Any ethanol or any methane will become the learning
Found in trees of hair and limbs that have fire.
The wisdom in the trees is of poems, prose and art,
Paper erodes the galaxy of secrets, the space of might.
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