The Shining Time And Rising Hour

I see something bouting itself as it moves along, 

What I am touching is neither living or alive it's almost as if it is inactive. 

But I can hear it, it sounds like it is stimulating and fluctuating

I can smell its entire body razing as its proximity draws near.

now all I can taste is....

The devoid look on its face. 

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