The 5 senses are so complex, so varied so rich, daunting. Each sense takes infinite lifetimes to live, to experience, to be experienced, being sensed by the mind of gods. Smell reverberates deeply, huge landscapes which either flatten you or keep you grounded, gnarly real. Eyes feel the minutest palpitations of life, whimpering perfectly, alight. Sounds are magic carpets, or bumpy roads, or rivers of passion. Taste, brings us below, tide washed, prime lassitude. Touch, essence of life, from which all other senses spring, careful loss, love’s darling, touch loses herself in her offspring, loses the bucket to the well of love’s air, waiting for breath, quietly talking as s’he waits to be breathed, quivering, alive.