Lumpy Fruition Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Although I've seen, I still do not know.
I could recall but at that very same moment I would become vocally lost.
Connecting to a thought in a world where things are said but randomly heard.
Questioning the matter of things experienced one at a time whether than whole.
Here lies simplicity, fundamental in it's purest form.
Fruit slices that present a good mouth feel, the total embodiment of placing something where nothing once existed. Or was thought not to.
It still invokes thought,
Reason to where, why.
In a different perspective, am I the fruit and you the mouth.
Is there truly a difference in perspective, there isn't a false pretense to either way point. Generally speaking,
discovering a new way to see something seen as natural. Invoking a sense of feel,
This longing that draws us closer to togetherness.
A practice of longing to indulge in desire.
Consistent in nature, pleasant in thought
Constantly looking for things that cannot be found,
As it already exists.
This love that manifests into something seen, or heard.
This piece of fruit couldn't begin to fit in our mouth the way it is,
It's only sensible that it's cut into pieces to digest more easily.
Here lies greed, mistaken for need.
Seeking only because it's there.
Which is you, which am I.
An basic urge displaced in misconception.
Wanting only because it's there