Poetry Time 32: The Encounter

Watch. It advances. A blended eye to the one true contact.
Delicate, pristine night of visible disguise
Hear. It enlightens. A stuttered word to the one true conduct
Eloquent, redeemed might of audible delight
Feel. It entices. A torpid touch to the one true contract
Adequate, esteemed rite of physical device
Think. It forsakens. A frigid meme of the one true construct
Desolate, unamed light of volatile demise


NaaN (Now, always and Never)