-The scent awakens me,
even as I sleep.
I am no more aware
than when I dream.
It calls to me,
though I am deaf.
I want to follow
even in my blindness.
It is not a howl, like
the cold night’s air;
it is not a harmony, like
the Sirens’ song.
It is not need
though it be dire.
I do not rise,
though I do not sleep.
I simply sigh,
as I give way.
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