Five Senses

Five Senses

And this strange world keeps turning
Amazing mixture, fragrant, twisted
Nothing disturbs, the perfect balance
Wanderings that we speak of in the imperfect tense

And this strange world keeps turning

Oh, I see the unbeliever who shelters my heart
But don't succumb to the obsidian darkness
At the time when the light invades my naked soul
Upsetting monochrome of an agreed ritual

And this strange world keeps turning

I feel all my senses even it doesn't make sense
Flow of past tides that incense in your eyes Iodized,
musky reflux, abandoned thoughts
Subtle sensations, secretly dispersed

And this strange world keeps turning

I say what I see and what we don't see
the sigh of the moon when she is still young
I flatter my future which awaits in the rocking chair like
A lunar ray wanting to escape

And this strange world keeps turning

Under this bare, spinning and pale bulb
Stranger to myself, outside I look
Dancing other than me to minor chords
In the reflection of another, eternal flâneur

And this strange world keeps turning