Writing about my life. When I'm well it's math and code… But when the schizy demon rises it's prose and poetry.

Pomegranate (poem)

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The detailed inner structure of a cherry
is revealed by slicing through the berry

the naked workings of the specimen are shown
But how much human nature can really be known

By cross sectioning the brain so cruelly
Turning convolutions, grey matter unruly

but no dreams, no thought would be visible
to view the subtle nature is impossible

For all uninspired searches prove fruitless
leaving a seeker wandering, unguided, rootless

lost in the linkages of a neural stew
only mere cells to see, no me and you

introspection seems to tell of the chamber of soul
but the way must first be known to find the whole

there’s an infinity of repetitive grey corridors
And yet we live, and know one another’s shores

Is it magic that helps us navigate this maze
or a divine spark that guides through the haze


Written by Luke Dunn

November 14, 2017 at 7:52 am

Posted in Poems

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