So Close You Can Almost Taste It

To identify which sense

Of the commonly accepted five

Provides the optimist defense

Keeps the dreaming man’s dreams alive

I look to sight, but see no answer

I listen to debate, but find silence speaks louder

I reach in desperation, but feel no relief

I sniff for clues, but wince at the void’s stench

Then, I place imagination on my palate

All it took was just one taste

It is taste, for therein lies the endless desire to

See what has not been seen

Hear what has not been heard

Feel what has not been felt

Smell what has not been smelled

It takes just one, and imagination is its appetizer

Bon appétit!