My nose is not with me br even as I felt for it br on my face, it is not there br yet I see the gore putrefying br under the noonday sun, br all around the busy square br without the putrescence br it seemed somewhat appealing. br br In the place where I stroll br at the cobbled city hub, br by the banks of a viscous river br unsightly with scraggly lilies, br among urban fecal flotsam br yet without the redolence br my mind anticipated br it looked lovely. br br It had an insistent charm, br that I was seeing, feeling br but not smelling, br life couldn't be so bad br without having to smell br the sordid realities at the br edges of our existence.