SCENT

Riding inside solid waves

Hiding away, breathe, slowly ascend,

Focus on ending to begin each track,

Turbulence eroded, completing aged cracks.

Between those angles, somewhere he stands.

Look, become aware of the man with no face!

Many panting gestures reaching the peak

And they gather to explore what you see,

Remain to remind of the little you don’t,

And the dangerous element you choose to ignore.