First Meal

Ipsen Facto,
I salivate at the first meal of knowledge,
Placed on the golden platen held by porcelain hands on the altar of the mind,
A reality born of past experience,
Tempered with conveyances of
Thought patterns, patches and quilts,
Color, time, space, sound, touch,
Combining, intertwining, quantum level
Photon impulses stretch across neural networks
Moved by electromagnetic impulses.

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