"Beyond Sense" (Entry 466)

I drink of dance. 

I cry at clouds. 

I laugh at impossible dreams. 

I caress at thoughts. 

I listen to stars. 

I look beyond what it seems. 

I watch the whispers. 

I talk to mountains. 

I taste at new-formed ideas. 

I hear the shadows. 

I rush to closed doors. 

I know it is not as it appears.