Write with no hands,
Taste with no tongue,
Speak with no voice,
Feel with no nerves,
Sense with no senses,
How can I?
I questioned...
Faith.
My life is in the hands of the poet,
Mold my imagery,
You hold the power of creativity,
Make me read,
Taste,
Hear,
Feel,
Sense,
You.
A black hole could be your refuge,
I promise to follow you.