Above the Smoke Above the SmokeThe pages of my past are thick with weather. I don’t know what was done to hurt my mind, but now that we’re imprisoned here together, remind me what we gain by staying blind. I’ve had to do my breathing in a bubble and scan for messages through miles of haze. I scarcely hoped to find you in the rubble, to guide you to the center of the maze where the exit door still clearly stands, a monument to our excessive hope that we could leave the work of our own hands in flames—and live in peace above the smoke. 2007 Alan Graham editorialteam2022-02-13T09:37:14+00:00 Share This Story, Choose Your Platform! FacebookTwitterRedditLinkedInWhatsAppTumblrPinterestVkXingEmail Leave A Comment Cancel replyComment Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.