When I learned that smells are made of real stuff
I was first shaken
Then stirred
By this cocktail of emissaries
Our remissions are not equivalent
To our abilities, nor of course to our
Emissions left out of that utility calculation
Use and value and kilowatt hours
Can't remember the last time they counted
How many real objects
Went into whose noses
(While they stick out
None are external)
Forgive the abstruse reverie
Ulysses is under my skin
All Greek, no Latin
With references no one will check
It's been done before
Stands in proudly
For what we ought to breathe
Roman Ryan 