Thursday, August 25, 2011

memory.



neurons and unconscious notions find the way

an abandoned thought almost begins as a sound


waves are climbing through your cochlea

slithering, bending through a diagram of synapses


it could be your brain, fibers inside the casing of a skull

hiding between folds, but that story cannot be your own


the mind cannot know where you’ve been, or if it was you

and you will never know, since there is no viable proof


© august 2011 heather brager



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