I lie in darkness watching lights outside
my breathing relaxed, my only guide
the last embers of my cigarette just died
I close my eyes, let in the light…

of thought…

I smell smoke stagnant hanging in my room
my breathing deep,
I don’t succumb to sleep…

instead…

my mind’s eye drifts to what it clearly can see
the third gate now open, calling to me
I leave my body adrift in my mind
my astral journey taking me far
until my body gently call me back…

And I am home…

I open and breathe in
the smell of smoke still lingering.

(c) 2012 allen simpson

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