The World of Sense

This poem is a blues sonnet.

Now there is nothing here for us to see
Now there is nothing here at all to see
The world has vanished by a grand decree

The plaintive dirges are not heard at all
The sound of sighing is not heard at all
No barking dog, no bird’s melodic call

We’ll never sample bitter tastes, or sweet
We’ll never try out bitter tastes, or sweet
We’ll never thirst, or hunger after meat

Won’t feel the shining sun upon our face
Won’t feel the falling rain upon our face
The sense of touch, replaced by joy and grace

The world of sense has passed, but we’ve discerned
The realm of knowledge is, and we’ve returned

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