to sense

Written by: Frank Guglietta

energy claims through 

veins jolt,
ridges on skin construct 

my canvas gravitates thoughts,
	thoughts are 
always silent,
whispers never leak 

my canvas is an angel
swooping to endure 

ears stay alert 
scanning all vibrations. 
 Hands steady 
mind always
clinging 
	

searching,judging
 	innate reasoning

my canvas is sensitive,
collecting all flying
motion
	
my canvas is never blank
sometimes meshing
sometimes clashing

I bleed energy,
although absorb enough to sustain.