Ode to rest

This day again
I lose the scent of my feet
The scent of my teeth
The scent of bloody intentions
And then I am rowdy
All over again
The scent of my music
And memory strings that now snap
From acoustic imaginations
The scent of beautiful dreams
And pure peace while I breathe
Away from consciousness
Into wander-land
I’m always wondering
Why I rest in scents

LARDO