the old men shared a pipe
it was fluted and the fluting packed with opium
it crackled into life
and the smoke rose to some strange destiny
the thin pursed lips of the men shared the pipe
and so in the partaking of it
waited for the fragrance
to wind into their minds and insulate them from every sharp care or grief
which kept them as of bondage to this earth
they came to believe they were litigants before a wise judge
who would dismiss all their cares as being merely contingent on the human condition itself
the minds of the opium smokers were now free to roam
like Prometheus unbound
the old men they shared the pipe
Flynnpoetry 
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