Smells like Spirit

In an aboriginal

unified field theory, Sound,

the primal all-belly, churns

every vibration around

wind-blown halls of a conch shell.

Matters foment and rebound,

karma chasing chemicals

to holy transformations

making not just sound but smell,

wafts mixed in air and airborne

wavelengths of primeval salt—

ferric, uric, sulfuric—

animate material.

Gas breath in solid music,

prime reason in primal cause.

That’s why your nose, mute and quick

is your wisest oracle.