Senses

The aromatic sensation of memory is amazing

Taken back to another time

Fields of daisies and shafts of coal

Which tunnel will your imagery go

Quick electronic emissions fuel your motions

The pain you feel is not real

It is simply learned

Take it in and let it burn

Measurement of time is an invention

Man-made

Which darkness do you fear

The absence of light

Or darkness in your soul

To only you is known

Intricate roads carved into your fingertips

Highways of information

Each one a thoughtful design

Relaying the touch into the mind 

Reviews

[iNSOMniAC]

"Measurement of time is an invention
Man-made"

I never noticed it, but yeah. This whole entire poem speaks the truth, and you opened my eyes to it. Beautiful!