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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required How signals go to our brains. I've just scranned an apple, No time between bite and taste. I remember so many tastes which are Impossible to describe without saying Sweet, salty, sour, bitter, bland. What is sweetness? It is sweet and not sour. What is sourness? It is sour and not sweet. Salt and sugar are often vital for a good flavour. But alone, they are nothing. It is crazy to think about How the slightest touch to a hand Is never missed, Unless the person is sleeping or paralysed. And of course, this detection by the brain — To a certain extent, a machine, Can spoil, with a gesture that takes a second All the hours Of a misunderstood outing. It is crazy to reflect on the fact that I will only see my face as a reflection and in photos, Except a little bit of my nose. Photos and reflections are mindblowing, too. Yet, whatever the purpose of existing, I know that I exist. As for everyone else, How can I be sure When I live only in my body? How do I know that this grass is green, That these dandelions are yellow? Even if a hundred, thousand people were to say so, They could all lie, And it could be a big lie that there are All these other individuals Who appear or don't in my life. Assuming I am not imagining the world, I have felt, I am feeling and I will feel An abundance of the same feelings as you. But when you say you are peckish, For all I know, you could be ravenous. Anyway, that is how I feel at the moment — It is time for pasta and avocado. And even though this poem expresses that tasting is mindblowing, Crazily, it is also normal To live like it is not.
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