• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 05
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Two of my nostrils upturned
Incandescent crumbling kaleidoscopes
Rows of soporific intrigue
Eternal companions
Unread novels, nascent invites, nasally gathered
Here, all maps to emerging adventure
My olfactory intrigue charged
Hopelessly lost in enfeebled bindings
Ever-present decay in cloth hardcovers
Imperfect leaves of vellum ensnare you.
Opening up these aged tomes
No sense, all scent,
No’s knowing what they do say
Nose knowing all they could say.