Sealed, flee from updrafts
Of loving smoke, I fear impairment
I suppose. A moment's worth
Of you and I spins me near
And naked. I feel blissed I feel
Vacant, knowing not and thinking
Taught me to conceal my happiness
I write in a fairly improvisational style so it leaves a lot of room for interpertation or not. I do get bogged down to repetition or familiar phrasing; a lack of happiness is overly familiar.