We fell into a wall of smells.
a redolent echo
flowing in
and out
of our cells
Reverberating
then softly melting,
inside a hard,
cold,
plastic container.
Holding in our vastness and porosity,
into a tightly packed space.
but we are made from gas, and liquid
in between
all our particles we want to expand
and s t r e t c h and grow
and multiply.
we want to shed the old and take on the new.