to be the flue....
to feel the white smoke crawl through
me......
it could be better
than to wear the
unobjectionable figure
on weightless links
against
my shaded lamp
acceptably dimmed by layer upon layer of dermal applications....
it could be better
to be the flue......
.... word weavers could claim the distinction of a bandwagon....
in wishful extremis.....the song's the same....the pitch, well...higher?
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