I see similarity
Between rising smoke
And corruption
Light the inscence
Let it sit
Observe the motion
The fluidity
How it pools
en masse
At a ceiling
Dancing wildly
Traveling straight
Upwards
Bending only high
The occational
Decomposition of the middle
Which destroys the top
Collapsing into itself
If you now
Would breathe into
The base
It destroys the integrity.
And stability
Only time restores
Only to be destroyed again
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