Pow-Wow Incense The incense he got at the Pow-Wow
Its fragrance sings to me
When its smoke fills the air
And invades my nose
It traverses a passage all through me
And the incense becomes me

I am at one with the scent
Of my incensed surroundings
I dance a dance of love
Even though I can't dance
I sing harmonious melodies
Even though my voice is rancid
The sensuous scent
It advances me
To a high
Greater than any chemical can induce