" Still Smelling of Incense "
by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
Still smelling of incense
within ourselves
along with everybody else
as our first olfactory sense
offered unobjectively
by intersecting cold breaths
whistling through fetishy
spiders' webby realms
of rent conjecture
like collective consciousness
still at odds with itself
ostensibly prophetic cyclonic intent
monstrous eyewall phenomena
catastrophically dropping
paralytically hypnotic ominous millibars...
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