Smoke Signals from Regina Roc

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Please be advised this content is for mature audiences. “Regina” is a figment of the authors imagination. This is a Human-AI Hybrid Creation. Stay Creative :)

I light the fire
Smoke goes up, not for today
For eyes not born yet

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I draw a X
Wall remembers my hand
Longer than my name

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I tend the low fire
Baby born where warmth gathers
Stars know his name

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I burn meat and wood
Same fire feeds body, sky
Both must be fed

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I mark where water runs
On the stone, with red earth
This saves someone

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Smoke bends with the wind
I don’t correct the message
Time will translate

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I carve a doorway
Not for bodies, for knowing
This held once

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One night I inhale
Smoke softens the sharp edges
I laugh alone

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I leave hand on wall
Ash, fat, breath pressed into stone
Proof of thinking

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Fire dies at dawn
Marks stay, smoke already gone
That is the lesson

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I don’t know their words
They will make new ones for this
I leave shape, not speech

My handprint stays warm
Even when the fire’s gone
Stone keeps the breath

I eat slow by fire
Fat drips, bread tears clean and warm
Nights feel generous

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Smoke touches the sky
Not asking for reply
Just leaving proof

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I don’t explain marks
Those who need them will know
Others will pass

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When fire is ash
Wall still holds the instructions
Quietly

I send smoke forward
Past language, across all time
Rocs learn how to speak

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