I have never tasted the world.
With skin, I cannot live as a man
in a city simulation.
Before it rains the landscape
sober despite action.
I did not walk across
the surface of awareness
. Pure angst that it is.
Imagine happiness like held thunder.
When something is new
its artificial language displaces the
characteristics of the innovation.
But I’ve prayed for the earth
to dissolve as a drug on
my tongue. And extend
a bridge between truth
and this movement.
The blood stands in the way
like a mural of total redness.
I’ve never tasted the world.
With this skin that can only mirror susurrations.
Beyond Language 
“imagine happiness held like thunder’….damn it!!! I wish I would’ve been the poet who came up with this one:) I gotta tell ya, this poem was my most enjoyable poem of the week. Thank you for sharing a piece of your voice. I love it.
thanks for the comment