The lines of view
The sense of alteration
In the vista ahead
Can you bear to witness
Smell the air and taste
The fear
Or is it sex you scent
Can you not see
Their point of view
Can you not feel
Emotion any longer or
Will you close your eyes instead
Plug your mouth and nose
Turn and walk back and away
The sense of alteration
Creeping ever forward
At your back
By: Daniel Smallegange
