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Morning.
A cigarette to the lips.
That familiar feeling,
Smoke engulfing.
Temporary bittersweet relief;
Enough then.

Afternoon.
A cigar to the mouth.
I'm less accustomed to that taste.
Sweeter, somehow less satisfying.
No inhaling, only exhaling.
Removing my demons, imbibing toxins.

Evening.
Light up the bowl.
Understanding within reach,
Indeed my savior I beseech.
Green leaves creating crops
Ripe with unusual musings.
Preparation for dreams.

Dreamland.
No cigarette, no cigar.  No bowl.
All in preparation for now.
Glasses of wine, easing the pain.
Others to share with, nothing to give.

Next morning.
Cycles created, never ended.
Repeating mannerisms, forevermore.
Habits die hard;
Addictions and demons never do.
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Poem 35

Instinct remains.
Fighting, flighting,
Bereft of logical choices.
Animals?  Humans?
Humbug!  Simply nature.

Silver crown of reason, shining bright.
Creating wisdom, power above
The killer Instinct.
Ever ready.

Reason. Instinct.
Neither at their peak
While the other exists.
Let us separate them!
Reaction time: everything.
Winner becoming a Golden Crown.

Battle begins.
Reason calling on wits,
Instinct preferring dark secrets
And quick movements.
Reason has brought friends;
Instinct only itself.
No honor, only victory.

A hollow victory for Reason!
Instinct defeated:
No purpose for Reason.
No kingdom to preside over.

You who separated two powers.
Learn!  Completion not just out of love.
Out of trials and tribulations.

Instinct and Reason.
Twins manipulated.
If only they could see!
The way they once saw.
Together they prosper.
Apart they falter.