I think a silver tongue

Leads to thoughts
That are hardly ever
Thought about

But charming

Never the less

Choose your words wisely,

Or they will unwisely

Choose you

As long as

You are alive

You are moving

When you are dead

You are waiting for the dust to

Settle

Into

Settling

To be

Settled

Once again

Something solid

...

Moving

Still

When trying to rationalize
All of existence

Into a few cliché phrases

We'd fail

Almost all,

Of
The time

Just because you're trying

In strange ways

Doesn't mean you're not

Meaning

To be

Not

FELT

I'm the sent
That wants to be smelt

I'm the sound
When sight wants
The ocean of who is there to be heard

I'm the taste when you say
I have no taste to taste

I'm the feeling
When I wanted it to be

I'm the senses

And senses

You are me

The only question
That remains

Is what adventure
Are you on?