The sum of all the soul Is lazy exhalations, Smoke rings in rings in rings And their derivations. 5 So says the brune cigar (Burning wisely the while) Letting shooken cinders char From the clear kiss of fire. So the smokes of poems 10 Insinuate a smile;-- Dismiss thisness, singer, should you debut, Reality's vile. Too-precise a sense erases 15 Literature's half-guesses. Mallarme
From the collection "Nobody Poems"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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