In the flutter-eyed trance
Of scent moods,
And in the gland of salivation
Understanding of the air around,
The taste of unseen elements
From beyond the earthly realm:
To the hither of the after-ever
Of information in its purest form,
Sensed in electricity
Or a substance
Quite like it.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.