the tapestry of un(being)

sight (a prism) colors the world

in shades of (un)knowing —

the sun's laughter splashed upon a canvas of sky

and the moon's whispers tucked within velvet night.

sound (a loom) weaves rhythms

throbbing heartbeats and hush lullabies of (un)said —

each note a question, each silence an answer,

a symphony of life's (un)ending dance.

smell (an alchemist) spins memories

from fragrant threads of (un)seen —

the petrichor of longing, the vanilla of dreams,

each scent a story, each inhale a journey.

taste (a poet) scripts life

in verses of (un)told flavors —

honeyed joy and lemon-sour sorrow,

each bite a stanza, each gulp a song.

touch (a sculptor) molds feelings

from textures of (un)touched —

the leather of love, the gravel of grief,

each caress a shape, each contact a form.

sense (a mystery) threads the tapestry of (un)being —

a chorus of (un)knowing, (un)said, (un)seen, (un)told, (un)touched.