Once I lit incense in my room
It was late afternoon
And a winter sun sat perfectly
So that my room glowed
Like wonder
A stream of smoke
Took a route of escape
To evade the uninhabited
Rooms outside my personal life
The light of few minutes
Reveals the escape artist
Suddenly a galaxy so real
Hangs in my mind
Heaven becomes a smell
A sight I\'d spend my whole life
Keeping alive
Now that I write this
The sun hides behind cornfields
My incense burned out
And everything feels horribly real
Once again I must live