Poem #29

Each pat of pen
which seeps some ink
into pores of paper
and for its liquid
(it once stored) to return a reference
of one salutating second in a sentence,
only moments later,
what silent shadows and brilliant rays the cornea endeared,
what beats the remo ashiko of the ear heard,
what spices the taste buds sweetened or savored,
what textures the fingers grazed or wandered,
what scents the nostril follicles pleased or troubled.


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