Science Poem by Pierre Rausch

I don't feel like
She didn't sit down
Feels like letting go
I don't feel like
the conversation of prayer isn't just about to be send
by a child outgoing to bed
the conversation of prayer is about to be send
to dying not carrying in a stair
that she will be
intuition
That which hath been with scorn
your intuition
That serves to say this countenance
intuition
Ashamed, unashamed
intuition
your intuition
my intuition
intuition
your intuition
intuition
admission
intuition
admission
intuition
admission
admission
It feel like Harold
Feels like you
I feel you
The conversation of prayer is said
Zij zitten niet
Voelt als het loslaten
I don't feel like