Chaos in curling smoke,
Like a cigarette or incense,
Coupled with a slight breeze
Begs me to create order.
An easy request, really,
The beauty of disorder wears
Down quickly without patterns.
So some I cull from random
Actions, while others are invented
Strips of meaning emitted
From curling smoke like
A well ordered sneeze.
JM
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