Sense/Sensation- A Poem


a stone bleached by the distant frond of light from a

dying star

you know sense is about the opened eye, the turned


the hand reaching, the nostrils inhaling, the mouth


sense is not gained by rocking shut

a stone torn from its muddy hold by the distant curve

of air let loose by a dying sun’s implosion

in an uncharted galaxy beyond

the power of human telescopes

sensation, that which is the coolness or the heat

on the body, or the noxious odours of a fish-laden boat

passing below one’s respirative source

a stone is hammered into two lovers kissing by the

hands of a melancholy sculptor.

what are you?….




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