tolerance

this smoke is so blue
not very reminiscent of you
but the curvaceous cloud
stands still within the crowd
as though the very heart
of the world might depart
as though the deep spirit enshrined
had been deity signed

this smoke is not so tolerant
hardly remaining extant
in the tubes of the glory makers
or the piss takers
it percolates the time
searching for the crime
finding stories not the truth
turning heaven azimuth

this smoke is the life you lead
taking stock of mouths to feed
sending messages to the front
choking dogs out on the hunt
maybe it will choke you too
stopped instead of passing through
matching in your solemnity
both of blue tranquillity

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