Complementarity Pt. 10

O! of odors! O! of perfumes!

The musky yellow of houses at dawn is mine
The creeping synesthesia that accompanies a living
I love too the vacuity of the fresh atmospheric scent after lightning

the emptiness which is a purity
the purity which fills the sky with virtue
I am excessively pleased with these

Even my own smell after I sweat

I feel it and am not reviled by it

For it is mine

As much as language in my mouth is mine

As much as water is mine

I, the child of futures

The father of pasts

The circuitous nephew of presence

I stretch myself against the day and measure

My voice against its voice

Being both taller and shorter

I will survive it

It does not fit me like a suit that is not mine

I shall not be a guest of death today

I shall be a companion of the dying, and the forever-living, they are the same