How is that

It is that we can.
We do.
I do think what?
But though dogs are furry creatures,
that sniff the ground.
Imagine the sense of heightened
proportions about!
The smell of an air that appeals to me,
on presumptions of innocence.
That we live to learn the scent.
The popularity of a germ that walks
around issues
to pollute.
I vanished.
I have disappeared into my being.
And outside there are many factors;
which do not involve me.
But they are there:
only to feel nothing.
But the thought.
The thought.
The thought of mystery.
A suspense.
A suspense that triggers my emotional
validity.
There is a popular race to the finish.
More or less than probable.
Much is most possible.