The Main Point

   
Things that happen aren't often said,    
But hidden within cryptic messages    
Crackling from the end of a cigarette;    
Taking a draw of it,    
   
And then there’s a smoke ring,    
It’s basically something eminent    
Exacting an authenticity,    
And so you take a stab at it    
   
And you wonder why the importance    
As it retreats just as quickly as received    
Within the arrows of time, making an analysis,    
What it said was atrophied    
   
Akin to a neutron star forming,    
Explained within the thickness;    
It was heavy, but never understood    
Yet I was comforted in the languid entropy    
   
And so I looked up at the sky    
Taking in a deep breath of freshness    
And then I recognized it;    
The holes of accessible blackness