a brain is a dynamo
a brain is a dynamoconstantly discovering
its own short fused hums
of electric supply
in the forever looking
for a meaning in a cortex
of human perspective
making no more sense
than a vineyard on the run
from the end closing in
to where air that is
only is what is
a breeze a sail a wave
breaking on the edge
of old memory
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-06-27 at 23:35
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