Incense smoke swirling slowly, fragrance fusing fully with the way the air is waving,
Distorting distant drawn out paths of pleasant perfume,
With waving wands welded to wrists,
Reinventing the rhythmic route of roughly soft ripples,
Hazy halos hovering hastily over head,
Soon smothered in smoky, sweetly-scented silence,
Breathing breaths of bittersweet,
Inching inconspicuously into inspiration,
Vanishing behind the veil of vivid visions,
Emitting ephemeral emotions of elation.

-SLuR