the cigarette smoke rises
revolving toward the light
to paint a portrait
the face of a legend
satisfied mind of his own
eyes piercing through a sure future
je n'en connais pas la fin
mondays peel away with memories
intimacies desired
because
one day
while no one was looking
his soul submerged into the mighty mississippi
dream brother whispered into my ear
hallelujah, he said
i know it's over
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