No Fanatic

No Fanatic

I am no fanatic, I lack the taste,
fine discrimination, the touch sublime,
my work is ungainly, my tongue awkward,
as a grain of sand implies a boulder

I listen for the rustle of what I
can not yet hear, meaning I can’t discern,
I thirst as a blinded man for the light,
dare I remember what I am not quite?

hallucination has its flavors,
the…