Making sense


When the eyes are opened

By Pineal once closed

A cerebral token

Of belief takes hold.


When their mouth’s deceitful

Don’t eat from chaos’ hand

Keep your diet peaceful

So that your mind expands.


When the scent overpowers

To cover their tracks

Be aware that some flowers

Set deadly traps.


When your hearing’s confused

Locked down in a prism

Paint thoughts colourful hues

Canvass yourself and listen.


And if you’re feeling out of touch

Take a moment to remember;

Our light burns out

by smothering clutch

And there is no fire

without an ember.


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