Sense, Captured

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Sense, Captured

(Trish Jean)

What I see, it moves to be within
Imprinted on my constellation

What I feel, a surface skinned
Held for transcription

What I smell, wisdom and newness
A vestige of aloneness

What I taste, zephyr, easy persuasion
The sweetness and seriousness of you

What I hear, rising morning to evening’s sleep
The percussive heart

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