Smiles

I smile life, afraid to pace hell; and something yearns: a fluid

Soul; and we ponder—the smiles of life: the genuine: the

Feigned: the sudden. So many smiles: and such a habit. My

Smile’s a bit crooked; and somewhat jaded: I’ve seen a great

Deal; and this is life! I remember smiles of green; and smiles

Of orange: bright and yellow. I’m now suspicious, even of

Smiles; for some smiles churn; and some smiles flame; and

Other smiles pierce. There’s something to it: The churning

Smiles cause grief: The flaming smiles move spirit; and the

Piercing smiles cause suspicion. I just smile—a mindful smile;

And discomfort often creeps; for the conscience despise the

Conscience; for the conscience conjure irksome feelings; and

Something churns, and something flames, and something

Pierces: This is what I call the whammy smile: it hypnotizes all

Levels; and it’s quite overwhelming; and there’s other smiles.