Fiendish, they encapsulate strawberries;
Subliminal message makes mouths water;
Phantasms won’t let go of the fields
lost to the four winds of conflagration;
Subliminal message makes mouths water,
you can smell such a superb sweetness;
Lost to the four winds of conflagration,
smoke is no match for rich history;
You can smell such a superb sweetness,
esculent you taste but can’t find them;
Smoke is no match for rich history
writing a declaration into urban legend;
Esculent you taste but can’t find them,
an overwhelming vision overtakes you;
Writing a declaration into urban legend
shared at slumber parties for continuity;
An overwhelming vision overtakes you,
phantasms won’t let go of the fields;
Shared at slumber parties for continuity,
fiendish they encapsulate strawberries.
So we do not see
Eye to eye
Or heart to heart bound
I see you on the precipice
Out warily looking
When I glance down
Two views the same scenery to most
I see a thousand possibilities
But yet you see just one
My endless ways of the falling rain
But only wet and damp you get.
The same in demented
Weather
Blessing to me
While unpleasant to you.
My esculent speech
Not digestive toy you
For the
Nourishment
They give me
Sustain me, while starving you.
Perception you say,
Like it is mine to own.
All humans on this planet
Perceive things different
However
That in reality or virtually.
They are naturally the same.
The eye goes the beholder is.
What arranger to others viewing.