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Upon My One Year Anniversary of Not Smoking
On the occasion of my failure to smoke
Nearly a year since that dreaded habit passed.
And with it a part of myself
Hygienically unfrozen
Cryogenically decrypted.
I look toward space
To find that space between.
And with these things I look homeward
To a place within the farthest reaches of my heart.
Missing one smoke, I remembered the loss of my love
Missing another, I remembered the present loss of another
And in foregoing the next, I remember a future without
That which I had once clung so tightly
And yet had dissolved through the tiny hands
Of time never frozen
I walk, a drifter, alone among the badlands
Drifting in an ancient land of filth
Inhaling smog, belching smoke, and crying
For loftier impressions
Set upon the hell-stoked covers
Of the lids of my eyes
Made infernal within.
poem
by
Denis Kucharski
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