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 borders What we feel, see, hear, smell, taste or might know Is strained & sorted through that blob of fat It’s a perfect & flawed way to thoughts stowe Paradoxically it’s the way to know In its greasy folds (gyri & sulci*) All of reality’s…
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