My eyes have seen all that has passed before them During wakefulness My ears heard music Sung by the angels I have smelled the sweet aroma of a garden full of roses And touched, gently Silk woven in nature I see when my eyes are open hear when I pay attention Prefer to smell aromas, forsaking odours Feel the blunt It does not cut me open As long as I live I will observe as best I can Listen with all of my audio awareness Use my olfactory sense, enjoying the knowledge within In gardens or tips I will know where I am Use my fingers, the magical tools To manipulate, work and stimulate Until I close my eyes for the last time As the sounds diminish The smells are clinical And I can feel no more I have tasted life, the gluttonous The repulsive The proteins and sugars Salivated over morsels Eaten my fill. AGL