Sense After Sense Poem by Naveed Akram

It was a sign of the senses,
It was dry, dastardly and sour,
The moistened lips retracted and spat,
For we are on unions with thoughts,
And thoughts are swimming
Due to other feelings and emotions.

The senses are a bright collision,
Telling thoughts of longevity,
Feeding the mouth like food inside.
We are the detectors of the truth
For the truth will be endless
Like the truth of the heavens.

To look at deathly faces,
We see the metabolic pathways
Of our youth, and the teeming
Thoughts connect to the other side,
Feeding the soul with chemicals
Of gold and silver, this day we complain.

The senses of this day are the night,
To look and feel the observations
Shall turn your face, and the true
Understanding will swim due to the tongue,
To spit out the true statement
Is like offices of the spheres.