The Better World, by Jeff Flores

On most blessed occasions,
I roam imaginings.
Loathly, I mostly
just trudge
through reality.

Every story of imagination
read, heard, or seen
is where I glean
this world
where the very wind
feels like
tender touches
of love.
Your very eyes
taste savory colors
that burn
like a supernova.
Care's gentle embrace
flows a warmth
through your veins.
Objects of the World Known
become blended anew;
Wonder restored.

This world
is Immateria--
where
minds and souls
are met.

Yet, Death comes
quick when
yanked--
to the world
we all know too well,
and that is not worthy to tell.