The steady pull of temptation-- a tease on my resolution. When I can sleep, I take what dreams afford me. In these dreams, my 'noxide comes to ward me. Her smoke is an invitation. my conscience falls for the con science of my imagination. I give in and reality spins. Between the sleeps, I lie in sanity. I wonder: Did I give into my humanity? did I'd err? Is that smoke in the air?