Smoke
- 2 days ago
- 1 min read
"All roads in Rhode Island, all lead to one crop,
As waves crash on Indonesia, Newton Grove and Bahama, then stop...
The beautiful milling, of passionate smoke,
As the perfection of paradigms, it will often evoke...
The nature of existence, will cut you in twain,
As you inhale and exhale, and exist yet again."
