Sorting Out the Data

My mind's eye renders a special vision, panoramic, capturing the whole of the visible world

And sounds with the timbre of Gideon's 300 trumpets, sending our naysayers to the limits of Abel Meholah

There's a fragrance that wafts beyond the magic chemistry—nay! an alchemy—that cannot be reformulated, once spilt

When I taste the real you redefining my senses, putting order to the universe, reassembling the kaleidoscope of what seems

And I feel your welcoming soul that leads me to it: what really is