Oh how faithful, how elusive,
We form a mesh, in the choice to live,
Smearing our ends, in a constant stir,
To touch and sense, the primordial blur
Oh how brittle, how well defined,
We build a view, curved and lined,
Patterned with space that intervenes,
To wander and align, with curated means.
Oh how clear, just impressionably loud,
We intone a feeling, from reflections around,
Tying our breaths, with tongues in a prose,
To hear and conform, what it could enclose.
Oh how alive, how momentarily instilled,
We converge our perception, to a vessel filled,
Searching still, with a constant embrace,
In a fated tumble, as a sensuous face.
Eventually an expression, groomed in will,
We put together, from pictures that fill,
Strung in a story, with percepted clings,
In efforts to confide, a rustle in the wings.
Oh how common, now gestures renounce,
our greetings spelled, ounce by ounce,
Adding to conversations, trying to please,
A moment of time, while tuning our keys.
Oh such is life, in its reaction,
Each brink we grow, we form a fraction.
Interfacing, in the confines of our skin,
The balance of organs, on a line thin.