Behold my most amazing brain.
I strut about it with my cane
and walk a crenalated line
to solve this puzzled mind of mine.
I wander to the central core,
then find myself outside once more,
For when I stop and do the math,
I find that there is not a path
From here to there or in to out
(a place is not what I'm about).
It's not like there's a starting point.
Connections form and then disjoint
and reconnect in different ways.
I wend my way, but memory plays
a trick on me, a careless lapse,
the crushing jaw of metal traps
me, processing an endless loop,
still hoping that I might recoup
coherent thought and break the spell,
but I'm still locked in my brain cell.
I'd like to board a train of thought,
and travel far, but I am caught.
I circle, cycle, cramped and crazed:
my brain will always be amazed.
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