Limitations

There is so much I can do.
I can speak to a windmill-maker
In Africa.
I can speak to a man
Floating between here and the moon.
I can pour torrents
Into the open ears of thousands.
But I cannot yet
Download the scent of sandalwood.
I cannot yet
Kiss the windmill-maker's lips.

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