Plumes of smoke spilling forth like water
What was once gaseous now liquid
The phase has shifted
Who I was, who I was with
The possibility of another
Has the storm lifted?
We're still soaked on the ground
Even if nothing else comes from the sky
I know that it will
The sky will be full until I die
Nothing is visible beneath the rivers of smoke
And yet I know that the channels remain
The patterns of smoke give the underlying structures away
There's only so much randomness that can occur
The solidity of granite
The personality of stone
I didn't know there was so much here left to burn
Where there's smoke there's fine
Where it's fine I dine
Eating myself into oblivion
!Infini-fuel