Senses Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Senses

It could be as bland
assembled life,

The presence of something amazing,
As you're winding in the street dancing in the rain,

a walk in the park of many faces,
Engaging right and left acquaintances,

Faint display in afflictions we're allrelated in this same kind of a situation,

you're in this miracles if these can lasts,
comingfrom this meshes of existential afterthoughts,

Providing improbable origins,
Maybe God or scientist are rooted in this deep cognition,

the people, the conditions, the papyrus and the fantastics,
Are all the hash and the keys of of this trust,
equals, subtracted, multitudinous verses of this dream death world,

You're walking with your senses that connect you to this reality,

As far as the weathers it's like a likelyhood, a questions marks, a sheet of white paper or black pencilmark,
You are penetratrable to the imagined darkness,
And the coming bright lights.
And the wide divides in between.