There are seven kinds of smells but who needs species
Your body is vast and resonant with miscommunications
Your finger moves like it has its own nose
Now do you remember?
Or in the place of memory
Is there only a stray feeling, a figurehead
To sing the birds back off the branches
Their dinosaur claws are betraying their hunger
They are remembering everything you have forgotten
But they won’t bother reminding you
Comfort in partial knowledge
The accidental retinue has already gone
You are not lonely only alone
A smokestack whines behind dunes
The storm peels away from the day
Dread
Then laughter after dread
Can you picture it locked in the gaze
As it sees you dissolve like a new hire
Suddenly and terribly proficient
Once learned, these skills will stay with you forever
Bewildered, you can be wilder
Birdie, you will only scare yourself