The Second Offense

I looked at it.

I saw the eternity within its compromise

I was, at once, regarded and reminded

Of the things I should be seeking

And the moral quandaries I should eschew

I heard it.

Choral placards of invitation peeled from within

And without sound, the rhythm pulsated

Marking the passage of time

In cavernous thought echoes of embarkation

I smelled it.

It assailed my senses with such contextual aroma

Memories entwined with emotions

Grappling for display and rudiment

Intoxicating the field of perception

I tasted it.

The warm copper taste of blood and life

And the subtle vibration of charge

Danced on the tongue a minuet of salience

In endless involuntary sighs

I felt it.

I was symbiotically connected

To an electrical impulse of proximity

A conductivity of metaphysical presences

Bringing about a profound sense of inclusion

Copyright:  Brian Pellerino  2005