GR translation: rank, dope-perfume, a hood of smell

[Mike Jing]

V720.9-20, P734.23-34   Finally past the futile guesses at what might
happen . . . now and then re-erasing brain to keep it clean for the Visit .
. . yes wasn’t it close to here? remember didn’t you sneak away from camp
to have a moment alone with What you felt stirring across the land . . . it
was the equinox . . . green spring equal nights . . . canyons are opening
up, at the bottoms are steaming fumaroles, steaming the tropical life there
like greens in a pot, rank, dope-perfume, a hood of smell . . . human
consciousness, that poor cripple, that deformed and doomed thing, is about
to be born. This is the World just before men. Too violently pitched alive
in constant flow ever to be seen by men directly. They are meant only to
look at it dead, in still strata, transputrefied to oil or coal.

Does "rank" here refer to the smell?
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