would do
want to
but you
an uncharted galaxy
the way the velocity of light limits
the physicist’s sphere of the plausible
so seemly the speed of my heart
makes this healing union a sketchy fantasia
that’s the problem with the earthly, isn’t it?
our sensory apparatus an enchanted prison
what we taste feel touch sniff confines us
and we glorify our warden’s beneficence
but sometimes the novelist punctures the veil
sometimes the poet discloses the impossible kiss
and in the fake real world
even our saliva feels different
_______RS
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tastes different, too. 🙂 — one enters the realm of another’s landscape, without permission and without a ticket, but with no cares other than risk landing in a shocking situation because sometimes we can mess up the controls on the emotions panel, too.
Who said anything about without permission?
Hey — where have you been? 🙂
I am back. Had a cough that lasted a month and then traveled for a week. My brain and back are tired. The cough is back. I think i should’ve stayed gone. I did better on my vacation. Too many issues plaguing me right now. I hope I can start writing something that makes sense sometime…some day…when life lets me burn the problems into ashes. — p.s. usually its best not to take my comments seriously. Sometimes I speak merely to unmute myself.