Light up the incense, we’re talking non-sense,
so give up the pretense and speak your two cents.
Then we can all wince, in common ignorance.

Illusions are phantoms of the five,
but what of the sense of being alive?
Can you taste the fear?
Have you heard the voices in your head?
What is the smell of victory?
Did you see it coming?
Can you touch a soul?

Vision sparkles as the head quarters memory
into prismatic multi-colored players, traveling by
kaleidoscopic glee. Illuminating the path for schools of
silvery thoughts, in an ocean of brainstorming synaptic revelry.
Leaving bikini tan lines on the spirit, burned by soul shine.

Gliding on a figment of a fanciful mind in a slow motion fall
crying "Wee!" down a rainbow slide and getting the pigment of
imagination all messy and squishy. Touching the goo, smelling its essence,
hearing its whoosh… it tastes so…contextual.
Do you need to change your mind?

Five sense plus two cents
equals non-sense, subtract one
for common sense and
empathy is the sixth sense…

Do you have it?

Published September 2008 at VillageWit.org

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