You, child of sweet, blackened jungle trees,
You dancing, slow companion soul for days
That creep along and nights that steal my rest-
Are we not brothers, wrought from yellowed suns?
Your fragrant smoke enters my lungs before
My heart suffused with sweetness grows and bathes
My bloody brain in vetiver and poppy clouds.
And now you're gone, your charred remains remind
My eyes. I'll breathe in all the air in this
Forgotten room and later sniff my shirt.
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