dandelions never grew for me

been doused forever in that
artificiality,
that gleaming insincerity.
shut your eyes.
pray for silence:
does the buzz of machinery,
mind-washing technology,
qualify as
tranquility?
I stepped outside for the
first time in millenniums
today,
and washed my sallow face
in a bath of
authenticity:
sunshine shines
so gloriously,
tickling your every fiber
as much as the
unbridled humanity that is
the sensation of soil
teasing hesitant toes.
reality feels
unbelievable.
I never want to forget
that grass
beneath my feet.