Simply Known

Some things are clearer in darkness,

Sight abides,

Some touch is more tender with absence,

Felt inside,

Some sounds are louder in silence,

Heard within,

Some tastes always linger in memory,

Salt of skin,

Some senses respond minus stimuli,

Simply known,

Some love needs nothing to guide it,

Still shown.

Some senses are stolen in time’s stakes,

Such a sin,

Some, though, are never forgotten,

Win, win.

 

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Subconscious Endeavour, Sleep Forever

I have an inbox in my brain

And sometimes mail arrives

Formed, complete, ready to publish.

It’s quite a nice surprise

 

To not to think the thoughts aloud,

To know subconscious endeavour.

Ping! It comes and I awake.

I just may sleep forever!