This Is

Somewhere, some night
you lean by the bar
talking at length of life
the universe
and how much you love her

I am there
and this is inconsequential

You hold a glass half full
of two types of poison
and the stance of a man
who knows too much
while knowing nothing at all

I move closer
and this is imperceptible

Smoke licks from the bright burning tip
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