cinnamon_sandalwood_clove
ever dumbening
grit
and
fire
climb
from
earth
warm
and
calm
and
astringent
rich
soil
becomes
oil
healing
body
and
mind
shifting
red
and
brown
hard
ground
to
powder
releasing
a
dry
glow
wafting
nostrils widen -
a
net
-
capture
the
scent
,
the
scent
traveling
inches
to
the
mind
,
the
mind
traveling
miles
to
the
years
,
the
years
of
childhood's
december
and
old
age's
spring
020515
...
emmi
i
really
enjoyed
this
041209
...
mourninglight
incense
in
match
form
.
so
you
can
watch
them
burn
all
the
way
down
..and
burn
your
fingers
.
041210
...
sab
new
house
new
house
on
a
new
street
new
shops
organic
shops
organic
food
organic
cleaning
products
new
shops
for
a
new
house
for
two
pleased
girls
.
041211
...
unhinged
aphrodesiac
(sp)
oil
cigarettes
enough
to
drive
any
man
crazy
041211
...
Mahayana
even
within
rudest
country
solitudes
one
will
find
incense
smoldering
before
wayside
images
endless
days
drifting
i
have
lost
my
thoughts
slipping
into
this
empty
space
sweet
allure
beauty
’s
face
many
experiences
of
travel
strange
impressions
of
sound
as
well
as
of
sight
remain
associated
in
my
own
memory
of
cinnamon_sandalwood_clove
vast
silent
shadowed
avenues
leading
to
weird
old
shrines
mossed flights
of
worn
steps
ascending
to
temples
that
smolder
above
the
clouds
joyous tumults
of
festival
nights
incantations
of
ghostly
“
clove
”dness
draws
you
deeper
into
me
,
but
ill
never
verbalize
such
shrouded
moons
...
on
they
hang
beneath
sheeted
funeral
-trains gliding
by
in
glimmer
of
lanterns;
living
on
within
me
as
visions
of
desolate
little
graves
marked
only
by
threads
of
blue
smoke
ascending
and
transforming
as
murmurs
of
household
prayer
in
fisherman's huts
on
far
wild
coasts
remembered
by
simplehearts
in
the
hour
of
prayer
to
Amida,
the
Lord
of
Immeasurable
Light
lifes
little
Eternal
Treasures
041212
...
unhinged
my
bath
tonight
smelled
edible
090529
...
In_Bloom
Memories
of
smells
from
happier
times
in
the
canyon
Through
the
years
I've
reproduced
these
scents
in
various
stops
I've
made
,
trying
to
make
"
home
"
Mostly
what
comes
is
tears
because
there
is
no
"
home
",
nothing
to
hold
Never
really
was
090529
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
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