given all of the thinking i've been doing ---
here's something composed during the last 139 seconds (that's two more than you, Rod):
Can we stop fussing about with all of these names?
Let me use lead
As a litmus test
For all other tastes
Fall to the left of sweet and the
Right of sour
If the taste cuts like the blade
Of a sharp piece of green grass
sliced through the tongue
Then it is pure
It can be called Real.
Not a drawing.
Blank. Beautiful. Sharp. Green.