Perfect Perfume

At times I stay in place to sense an incense,
Unburning bright binding Moment and Memory,
Forming the Perfect Perfume without smoke,
A smoke so static from beginning to end,
Encompassing my mind from present to possibility,
But simply being an ordinary odour that had diffused,
Particle perfections which became my unit of meaning,
While always willing to be in their own place,
By their own time,
Packing potent meaning safely in my own body,
For a necessary journey that lies beyond sense.