Unknown person

Afterwards,

I am a subtraction.

On the periphery.

Exterior.

 

Pinched into thin concaving

bows of salty smoke.

I inhale, and blow out.

Ballooned contouring

at a distance.

Alone, I am here.

I can’t remember

if it was by choice.

Separate but not

entirely abandoned,

until the lines connect

and collide emptied of me.

Habitual.

 

My electric grasp

leaves me charged.

A hollow depression of

awareness. The hypnotic

exhale pushing me further

into fume. I exhaust.

A final match.

 

I am meant for this world,

Surely. But not

as more than a nexus.

An interconnection to others.

They that perforate the smoke,

stay contained in the hardlines

of familiarity.

 

I, remain unfamiliar.