Perceptions and the Terms

Excites the periphery of epidermis a soft touch
Sending messages of love through the gossip veins
The heart is excited, the blood consumed in dancing
A love is reborn, the mind is humbled.

The dresser ceases his day's work
The time for the rest has returned
The clocks ticking with consistency
In relativity to the false-fated reveries.

A ghost finds the tone of freakish screams
In the ears of those who care to listen
To the ones who feel what vibrations surrounds them
And what thoughts make home in their solitary world.

The wheels keep spinning, the time keeps grinning
At the hilarious paradoxes of satirical terms
Of condition, and the perceptions
Of the living and the non-living world.