The Sixth Sense

See the objects, not with your eyes Hear the sound, not with your ears Smell the charogne, not with your nose The dog did not touch it with its paws You can visualize it, you can feel the tears You can experience it going up to the skies The sixth sense is the sixth man on a basketball team It is an extremely special gift; it is not a dream It is a potential reality, an unstoppable future A divine prediction is about to mature Expose, and condemn it, this is an unusual universe The sixth sense is special; hide it in your purse Even though no one can steal or take it from you Only you can sense and feel it; you are your own crew. Touch the objects, not with your hands Feel everything that your heart demands See the objects, without touching them You can write a theorem or a poem You are either lucky or unique if you possess The sixth sense; you are indeed blessed See the objects, not with your eyes Experience it going up to the skies Smell the carcass, not with your nose The cat did not touch it with its claws You can sense it, you can feel the tears Hear the silence, not with your ears. Copyright © Mai 11,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.