Imagine it.
Immerse you in the magic of it.
See it.
That must come first.
Though the notion it were possible
should seem to you preposterous,

That same audacity
in fact is the prerequisite
for you to actually
smell and taste and hear and feel it
all through your soul
and rubbed between
your earthly digits.

The imagination,
though it may seem to you
in fact pulses with more solid stuff
than any for sale anywhere
handy dandy widget.

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