What have you been doing man? (for Thomas Moronic)

poem idealismo

sneezing
the cracks in the earth
release
toxins and perfumed emotions
intertwined
and absorbed in the tissues
of all living things

and

we are forced
to
eat
the didactic flesh


and every breath
becomes
one more release
itself
one bloody fingered
grasping reach
on sharp stone edges
towards
abyssal void

if dogs had voices and opposable thumbs they would tell us what we had been missing

all along
i am just so far
just this far
from touching the grainy skin of
true
beauty
feeling the flakes that dust off
and brush past my skin

devouring it all
breathing it in
in one enormous gasping breath
i
can't quite taste it on the wind
and the feeling
that i'll never know everything
never touch every beautiful
indefinable surface

continues
to kill me
slowly