My roommate is a brain.

Response to Poetic "Simplicity"

My roommate is a brain.
While the lights outside are dimming-
While my thoughts are fervent swimming-
While I, I sit alone.

No sound she makes, but lumps & gushes.
As lights would rise: be lightened!
  I struggle holding onto thoughts:
      spinning, thinning, multiplying,
      feasting, expanding, spreading,
      tensing, fighting, making...

    Too many to write.
    Too many to hold.
    Too many to think.

But at least there is the brain that is my roommate.

EG
Oct 20, 2010
1:15pm