darkest of nights (another performance piece)

the world,
is a dark, dark place.
i kid you not, i'm having difficulty
separating shrub's hair from midnight's cape, i tell you
all i have is smell ; and the magnificent perfume
       of wood and pine
marking their territory on rightful roots,
       in the air in the air
it reeks of decomposed day in the air ; gumtree squirt ink to my nostril
silence to my ear ; the blackest of nights.