Yes yes remove the filter,
Unadulterated, unbiased, unvarnished;
Give me the pure stuff,
Free from the influence
Free from the pain.
Now, let me taste and touch
Smell the wafting breeze
Big black lumps of coal, let me rub it on my forehead
Caress the pores with my tongue.
For the first time I feel
Rushing waves of odor tickle my nostrils.
Once in a while I think about the water that flowed cooly down my throat.
But I want reality — is not this to know?
To experience the real…