The whole soul summed up
When we slowly exhale
In several smoke rings
Vanishing in other rings

Testifying that some cigar
Burning skillfully for awhile
What separates the ashes
In such a clear kiss of fire

Thus the chorus of romances
At the lip flies there
Exclude some if you start
The real because vile

The precise meaning too. Rapture
Your vague literature.

03/10/08