Unknown person


I am a subtraction.

On the periphery.



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.



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.