I saw the echo scamper ashore
It was wet and cold and so alone
I saw the echo sit and cry
Though no eyes it had the tears still poured
I smelt the echo as vibration
Thrumming and strumming a silent sound
I smelt the echo in pinks and mauves
Lost in sensation of colours blurred
I tasted the echo in sugared tones
Angelica, cinnamon, walnut swirl
I tasted the echo with bitter rind
Enclosed the centre of withered pith
I scensed the echo in the air
Stars glinting, and seething
I scensed the scho climb a board
A craft dark in ghostly lore
I felt the echo as it lay
Broken and fading another shade
I felt the echo as it fought
Life fragile death-sharp like a claw
I heared the echo call my name
Softly, sweetly, within a velvet bow
I heard the echo shout the word
Clashing contrasts cut to the bone
