poem of the brain

How cruel to be this aware all the time. That siren. That strange glance. This unexpected sunset.

I think this poem has already been written. A thousand poets have said it in a thousand different ways in a thousand different languages over a thousand years.

This beautiful agony of being awake.

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One thought on “poem of the brain

  1. I really love the line, this beautiful agony of being awake. It truly is balancing beauty and agony sometimes but I feel so alive with it all. Thanks for making it so clear.

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