When darkness presents and starts to commence.

Sense makes no sense,
Senses are nonsense,
Sensible becomes insensible,
Terrible.

You look and see nothing,
You touch and feel something,
You listen and hear too much,
Taste? I have not tried it as such.

The thought one guides my step,
Going and going with my grip and grep.
One face, one voice, one sound,
Which is nowhere me in that moment found.

Then darkness presents and continues to commence.

Sense makes no sense,
Senses are nonsense,
Sensible becomes insensible,
Terrible.

The chill and thrill of a dark night,
One could have said what a beautiful sight?
Might?
They would not be too bright.

The feel of longing is what drives this home,
Under the dark, yet protective dome.
Of skies, of air and of moisture moist.
Deep into a dark heart, which she hosts.

Then darkness presented and it now commenced.

Sense makes no sense,
Senses are nonsense,
Sensible becomes insensible,
Terrible.

I hope some things will be more transparent and visible.
That will make darkness more feasible.

Sense make sense,
Senses make sense,
Sensible is irresistible,
Life is feasible.

When darkness presents and starts to commence.