My brain is alive (poem)

My brain in alive.


ticks and clicks

clamours and shifts-

trillions of patterns, pathways,

responses, counter responses,

analysis, dismissal, assimilation-

I stare at a wall,

and feel the hard weight of

infinity looming.

Where am I?

Is my brain me?


often feels secondary,

Me seems

like a construct, a dream,

a chased reality.

And then,

perhaps more significantly,

what about I?

Wherever I-

wherever this reflection resides,

in this moment,

it seems to stare


and yet without recognition

At the vast blue skies

Generating and blooming

Above me.



My brain subsumes

All counter-intuitive stimuli-

that how, that when, that what

That why?

and grows tired.




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