To hold your heart, trained and influenced

On my trail, a silhouette 
holding smoke, 
mine to barter with
some item that is not yours. 

A shadow of grain in the sticky 
thorny roots. 
 
Smoke from the barn's tantric fuselage,
below space, to think
or in gestures, recreate. 

As to observation, 
most of all is dark. 

I'm spoken to.