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he stands stiff as a tree
among trees -- blue jean
bark and brown leather branches;
cold finger leaves.
twilight lays down in the clearing;
smoke settles in a young man's
respiring cavities, his loyal alveoli
suffocating from the inside out--
he is afraid to let the stimulant light
go out, die before his time.
as he breathes heat into a cupped
palm, hushing a forest fire
close to his slow-heaving trunk,
some ways away burns another,
embered as a sunset,
huddled blurred in the brush
like a covert witness.
he has written
a contemplative contract
in flame shadows upon his face.
and the stern gaze in the still evening says,
he will timber on his own terms.
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A chain-smoking best friend of mine once said, "We're all going to die anyway." Just felt like sharing that. This is beautiful, and that last line just