5sensed

i am moved
constant i smile at this new coat dawning on me
vibrating, electrifying my eyesight
my steadiness in my pupil is in triangle vision.
I'm seeing in 6's
this taste i hear is unveiling this red color i feel is condescending but not so much in age but ignorance
i smile at this white haired wrinkled bliss of a haven unaware, not introduced.

these cars line up stacked in perfect sequence, black to grey, brown to white.
the boards chipping away
liquid giving path.
it has become too mundane
too familiar, the surprise element is not weakened but awaited.
he who knows so much said, but maybe it should have been in point form. step by step.

I'm not thanking you,
I'm sharing
loving you is to be too simple
i can afford it, every adoration
your voice puts in my presence
i am marking in the skies as part of this natural existence.


Gino Obuseng