Do you take the five senses with you in your sleep…

Can you feel that heat?

How about the blood circulating through your corset veins…

Does the thrill of the adrenaline kill?

Or does it transpire an honest whim…

I smell a cataclysmic scene

Like exactly how the future deems

These dreams are my poker cards made manifest

Surly this embodiment is fruitful none the less

My statement stems from the sixth sense of love