Light, bright white,
Radiates into the mirror of the eye.
Sound, in myriad, pummels the drum of the ear.
(Tautly, as a balloon skin stretched)
Whorls in the fingerskin
Brush blue velvet, blade of grass, jagged glass, ember’s ash.
The airs molecular, drawn in so vitally,
Invade memory, codifying the now and the forever.
Messengers of essence.
The tongue, tasting first of milk,
Ravens ever after for all in the Earth.
Alive.
Alive, Oh!
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