My Brain
Sometimes I wish you would open my head,
Cracking the shell of my thick skull again.
Through the fractured bone and fresh fleshy shreds,
Maybe you could recover my smashed brain.
It's torn apart in cranial caverns,
Lost in self-made, aphotic emptiness.
You could learn the labyrinthian turns
That guide me to chaotic happiness.
You could piece my scattered thoughts together,
Weaving my mem'ries into tapestry;
Sewing my threads of cerebral tethers
With your hands of passionate artistry.
As the neurotropic shatters collapse,
Perhaps a better me comes from the scraps.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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