Scentsuality Isn'T Scentsible

So there I was Just minding my own business Not bothering anybody Nor wishing to be bothered….. Didn’t think I could be Bothered, that is ‘Cause for sure I had it down this Time, with all its waxing and waning Its swelling and receding Its heights and depths and breadths Nothing, really. Everything under control. Polished and smooth and oh so Solid and real safe Cozy In a safe kind of way. Never mind the artificial Light, the artificial flowers thrive Anyway. Don’t they look nice? The wind is relentless. Sneaky, too. Finding the itsy-bitsiest Surface cracks with breezes pretending to be Gentle. It blew in a dream last night and I don’t know If it was about here we go or Here we go again. I woke to wisps Of rose and lilac and honeysuckle In the air, pulsing and wafting Reminding me of my heart beating in Time Smells nice. But some light snuck in too And it’s making me Squint.