On a walk, I smell the world
and my interpretations 
are ekphrasis.

To call the operations
of a moving mind
literary is to 

with a tradition
whose tale is 
as vestigial
as my hands have become.

That's called non-attachment;
I am not my nose or my thoughts
and they are not me.

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