Her.

Human is not science

The wor(l)d itself could never suffice for the

Regular processes we initiate

Heart, body, soul and psyche

We know nothing

How could science explain feeling without the sense of sight

My world somehow informs me

Touch may have meant and summed the sensation

But only for a while

What do we call our being

Where we hear, see, smell, taste and touch

We do it all, and at once

Tell me you haven't tasted any delicious words

Tell me you haven't touched your own world

Why are we relentlessly trying to wreck the whole

Instead of naming it as one

Would it hurt or greedy alter ego

Would we be "too connected"

How do we manage to walk this far from our origins

How do we run away from our ashes in the subconscious

Do we really need marks to state that we'd like our answers

Nature did not need anything when she was giving us our ethereal immortality

Art is the voice of nature

Sound of the oceans

Touch of universal creatory beings, human

Why do we keep circling around

What we do know, instead of climbing up the highest mountain for the final reunion with our origins

How come we're in denial of the obvious whiteness

And yet frenemy to the well-known darkness

In order to really become human

Why don't we end the conquering of the outer space

And see the treasure in our soul, refuse to fall for the troll

We have conquered coasts and oceans

Called them under our name

The world should know, and should talk

We earned our arched glory via blood

Perhaps, nature had a name for all

or perhaps she knew that they were too beautiful to fit into a nickname

Why do we want to have it all

and why are some instincts are louder than us all

So many words to lose

But never make up for the lives lost

If this is a loophole of our being

Is saying our farewell the only way out

Why don't we use our voice

As much as we read all about it in the dusty old epoch

Why do we deny to become our own being

Does easy truly make a life

This is a void

Yet only the best gift from her.