Smoke

Pale grey toxins mix in the air
Forming patterns
faces of those that have since past on
pushing against my breath as so that again their faces can be seen
as they were meant to be seen
how could something so deadly
something that will destroy us all eventually
make such sweet love to my eyes
only juxtaposed with a sweet symphony can i find perfection

beautfiul pollution

I am carcenogenic and you love me still