Comic Sonnet 5-14-23
The brain is just a few pounds of lipids That ballasts the head upon our shoulders Somehow, magically, it sees & listens Making reality without bordersĀ What we feel, see, hear, smell, taste or might know Is strained & sorted through that blob of fat Itās a perfect & flawed way to thoughts stoweĀ Paradoxically itās the way to know In its greasy folds (gyri & sulci*) All of realityāsā¦
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