Ekin Cheng Yee- KinSenses -1998
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Deep within our soul
A voice calls out through the pores of our skin. |
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Emulating music for the despair: If we care, we stare. |
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Smelling confusion, we quickly escape to songs.
Breathing danger, we rely on beauty. |
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Over lands of awareness into the realm where motions of ground become
an episode of condensed senses. |
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The fiery eyes signal something absolute,
the next to speak as if words are inadequate for us: |
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Blowing heat wave of solar proportion
It has a potential to break earth and dry the sea. |
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Pressure lost, flavour found
Licking the eyelids of time, taste of memory we gain Behind the lips, forever sound. |
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Crossing spaces with our minds, we look with wonder. |  |
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The tongue of freedom, where speech is nothing but wonderful exits for
the neglected. |
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Beneath nerve endings and skin thin fibre, vibrating cells and smooth sweat, the feeling of sight engulfs us. |  |
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Structure of bones, steel as the far away sky,
tissue flipping, wavering, dissolving, becoming liquid. |
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Any one of the special powers of the body by which a person is conscious
of things: sight, hearing, smell taste and feeling. |
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