I can’t describe appropriately, but there is somehow a calmness in this poem, where a poet is thinking out loud with a cigar in hand in a room noone exists and with a thought/idea awaiting to be lightened, all in a soothing clamness and quiteness. Loved it. Keep them coming.

Cheers.

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