We fell into a wall of smells.
a redolent echo
flowing in
 and out
 of our cells
then softly melting,
inside a hard,
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.
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