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Senses
I can almost hear the raging sea
Crying out to the foamy shore.
I listen to the mountains trembling in the distance
A sigh of content escaping their rock-skinned bellies.
I watch the clouds run on eternally
Sentenced to the whirlpool that is the rotating earth.
I can taste the putrid smokestacks, swaying in 2/4 time
Sneezing out the hazy black snot that is my air.
I can smell the crisp autumn leaves crying out their defiance
Soaring from the prison that is the branch that held them.
I can feel the grass retaliate against my bare feet
Thousands of silk clad warriors throwing mighty sod at my sole.
