I blow smoke

formless dusty grey
then grainy black
dancing in front of me
it just reacts
to windy tidal pulls
without purpose or reason
the dark glides through worlds
trails along no path
it floats
hovers where it can

the shadow

it doesn’t belong
has no roots no consistency
no body no soul
it drifts
and lands in front of me
I purse my lips
blow some smoke
let it pass
blow some more
until it’s only place in the world
is within my memory
as company to my own