I lay outstretched in the grass
The peacefulness of the night shakes me
how long have I been laying here
staring at the sky
trying to make reason of it all
heaven and hell
nature and man
where are the boundaries
I leave these thoughts to rest
and smoke a cigarette
The rough sensation of nicotine rushes through my body
I exhale as smoke escapes my lips
The cloudy air lingers
and the glow from the moon
illuminates tiny particles of air
it resembles a spider web suspended before me
My hand reaches out
grabbing onto nothing
I blink and the images are gone
I smoke and think
thinking led to questioning
and I found myself in the same paradox
nothing moved or changed
the ground still solid beneath me
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