I want to faint measure the parcel of scent
your nostrils wafting a slight hint of some fragrant display of the day
the sun arose from the horizon and in that moment I was drafting a response to all you had performed in the night
was it me again or was I being misguided by my own intuitions
you told me it was necessary
i could not convince you of the supple divinities of the place stone palisades
i was without a look into the mind
i was deaf and dumb
you were writhing in my clown face
i was despair.