{"sf1_id":461770,"sf2_id":"ve3XRxdm","title":"Synesthesia","author":"Lunostophiles","words":173,"posted_at":"2012-11-13T01:03:00.000Z","tags":["Emotion","Synaesthesia","Synesthesia","experience","life","senses"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/461770-synesthesia","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ve3XRxdm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/86/de/86ded887-6534-4bf1-8ba3-2839db68698f","description":"#3 of Poetry\n\nThe universe is a mixed-up place. We're all trying to make sense of it. Perhaps those who can trace the topography of a smell see it more clearly than the rest of us.","content":"To colour, to breathe and taste  \nThe arcs of light across the ears;  \nRacing stripes of taste and sound  \nCareening wild--in concentric circles  \nTo find the bull's-eye point of progress  \nWhere we, as living museums,  \nDo store each speck of feeling.\n\nAnd cross they do in corridors between  \nNeurons in our guts and hearts,  \nEach unfurling its personal propaganda,  \nUnique signature handshakes,  \nAll coalescing in emotional centres  \nTo evolve into intricate imagery of smell  \nAnd tactile recreations of sound,  \nReverberating across rib bone and kneecap cartilage,  \nRealigning its prison into an orchestral miasma,  \nA flesh organ grinder both immaculate and unfathomable.\n\nIs it any wonder the worlds collide?\n\nIs it insane that wires become ensnared?\n\nPlugs upon plugs, more zeroes than thinkable;  \nWe are built for failure, oh my child--  \nBut our downfalls leave the sharpest vapour trails,  \nSketching our lives in combinations of senses,  \nLeaving our marks on the baseboards of the universe,  \nPissing our names in the atomic snow.\n\nOur lives are synesthesia realised;  \nExperience the glow and do not run.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/461626-we-the-beasts.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/461897-gemstones.json"}}