Let’s Make Sense

Let ‘s make
Sense
For the sake
Of tense

Taste
So dormant
A waste
Most can't

Make
A choice
“Tween steak
Or rice

So smell
Leaps 
Directly well
From odorous heaps

Summonsing
Our existence
By savoring
Subsistence

Vision
Fools humanity
With derision
For reality

Among
The senses
It does belong
At broken fences

Hearing
First to go
Sealing
The flow

Where
Languages
Share
Cracked appendages

But touch
Too neglected
Is such
Widely reflected

In times
To be told
As erotic rhymes
Delightfully unfold

So they are
Clock
Aware
Dance tick tock

Though
Another 
Exists through
A timeless mother 


Proprioception
ESP
Deception
From time free