Incense Introduction

In my den, the smoke thickens

a space made redolent

with waves of white plum

and transmuted to chars

--the remnants of stagnation,

of ruin, once suspended in the air

Thus, replaced with the very fumes

that fill my head with a blessed immanence

and lungs expanding, generating a vigor

that spurs this very creation, among others,

to document passing thoughts, ruminations

and meditations on my existence

Here, I humbly lay at your feet:

my segmented palace of words