The Density of the Destiny

[It is] configured on the Tongue, and held in the Nostrils:

Fed alive to the void of the Heart;

[This is] the density of the destiny

Of each and every One of the senses.

Engagement point between the Self

And Space—this is the Gateway.

I was, am, and always will be what I chew/

Oneness of the bubbles, quick saliva

On my taste buds, with the particular

Particulate of what SCENTS OF TASTE

Revealed throughout the oral apparatus:

Nasal cavities, bronchial branches

(Taking refuge in the Heart's oblivion).

Perception of particles was multiplication

Of precious pathways for particular perception.

[This was] the mobile of an infant--

Sensation of its fiveness of perception.

[Odor is] air stimulating taste in wetness and earth, breaking down solidity: OH ANALYTICAL SAVOR—bathed in moisture--so sweep by on gentle gusts, the same thing as smelling the flowers, or tasting the rainbow [scent being air and breath being scented makes flavor an object and savor its objective]—

unto the bronchial breaking-point,

the breathless taste held in the mouth,

suspending all respiration in order to

swallow a bite, the lot of most mammals,

leaving an aftertaste sniffed as a whiff—vaporized:

who rightly claimed that taste was bound to scent

in form of sweet/sour/salty/and bitter building-blocks by

breakdown of the oracular oral machine, [BEHOLD!]

A maniac of mastication all in tasteful Meditation.

IT meets curried coconuts perfumed with lime,

Making for sensational impressions.

IT meets fried fish as a vapor, oily frittered

Away on last week’s festivities; slipping

Through parallel relational expressions

That pass on the same murmuring breezes as

A vapor before it ever was a flavor: an emotional pathway.

Springtime was in violets—

Neither candied nor tongued—

But an indigestible distillate in oily unguent

And alcoholic mist, or else [it] smelt of musty flowers

Pressed between the pages in a book:

Background to this morning’s freshly baked bread.

[It had] faded, the Taste, the Scent,

consumed in the Void of the Heart,

Byway to [reiterated] sentiment.

Sublime sentimentality,

Fed to the heart,

Based in the belly,

Blooming in the brain

Like a Sunset in which

(although vivid colors crash upon the retina)

The Eye shall not eat its Tears.

Yes indeed the eye is the organ of Sight,

Setting sense of direction and point of Focus.

[It is] not only what you see of the visible in your

General field of vision, bedazzled

By what the light lets in,

But also the Physical sensation [Itself]

On the surface of the eyeball, whether

Open or closed, and the feeling of the rest

Of the ocular apparatus—focal pointed—

(the Eye shall not consume its own Tears): where Sight and Light meets the place of Vision, the Object stands against you; it is the World and its Beams reach out: CAMERA OBSCURA: internalized, reversed on the front of a brain that revels in such retinal rejects. Visionary.

[These are] vivid vibrations, as audible as they are visible, while dissonant shrieks write the music of the spheres in the inner mind, SENSATIONAL-- but only slightly the head-banger.

THEY ARE also the streams of digital beeping

preceding truck horns distant or near

wails the ambulance spacing sporadic

madness at rock-concerted decibels

unsurprisingly to the delight of all...

Imagine now the quiet hum of a building’s

nearly silent electric glow of a Presence,

manifest Alone in a Chamber to the INNER EAR;

experience the bare physical cognizance of

the shell of the ear/

branching from an internal center.

Void of silence

utterly empty

thickly sliced

like you could feel it

like something you

could touch

a solid thing

like the body itself

the concrete sense of touch

sense of earth

what can be touched, encircle, and enfold, [be encircled and enfolded]:

grounded in solid earth,

quieting sensationalism in the contact of the tangibly tactile, [IT] transcends proximity, and yet each entity remains in its lines and palpable boundaries, binding the Whole together but only when repeatedly

the Contents

of the five-fold

come to rest

in the Void of the Heart\fossilized into Cognition.

[This is] the Sensing Body.

A Thought...