My senses are no longer…

I experience only what is in the moment. Listening only to what is within my space.

My senses are no longer…

I wonder only when it is not fodder.I speak only what will affect change. Tasting nothing leaves me with faith.

My senses are no longer…

I ask only that we are compatible or rather we can move on. Touching is the icing that makes others feel heat upon their face.

My senses are no longer…

Living is a gift that I humbly accept as what it says I create. Its odor dead to me that I must only BE.

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