Typewriters spewing reverse smoke,
Stories being unwritten (plotlines, my fibre lineage)
People becoming unborn (the auburn cynics & saints of moss)
Love being unmade (diamond in the slag)
Meaning being unlost (paths down the vicious slopes)
Smoke transublimates into text.
The way you convey emotions, your mastery of words. Each stanza filled with so much thought.
I didn't need my dictionary close on this one :) . How you mix the big words and still stay on track. Class