The brain, what a glorious thought. Surprisingly, its splendour seems less remarkable at times Its purpose misunderstood Where is its history? Thoughts mined of Thoth's mind Fossilised, it remains in warm pellucid waters Shallow as my human intellect
Deeper meditation takes forever greys turns white undiplomatically with all its human prejudices Grey matters: its a matter of fact
It glows and grows synapse after synapse to perfection. A Shrine of Muses. Each crenulated shelf follows consciously Serendipitous
Consider its vastness lobe to lobe hemisphere to hemisphere where water entombs it A hippocampus Like Hippasus submerged beneath open and violent sea A cage for wild and hostile imaginations
To find its perfection leave your thoughts behind Dive deep outside yourself The ocean ends where reason reefs the barbaric wreck sinks senses are subdued descend in slowly The school The sun The rays The colours The species The knowledge of life The brain: Marvelously imperfect