Feel
Oh colorful ineptitude, what is your plea
Diligent extravagance, what are your wants
Can one find the hinges of a watermelon
Can one retaste the dignity of a breath expelled
A dictation of all that is sour
A turning point of all things called smooth
Have you heard the thoughtless color of the sticky
Have you tasted the brightness of silence.
Can one untouch the untouchable
Decide now as the clocks revolve
Leap now while the candles evolve
For the textures of emptiness rarely fail.