Knot

To the scientists,
The brain is nothing more
Than a knot of greyness
Flecked with neural pathways
And no nerves, a site for
Trepanning and experiments.

To the writers,
It is the holder of ideas,
An infinite repository of
Ideas and causes, a mystery
Of sould and thought,
The cradle of creation.

To the lovers,
The brain is the final
Erogenous zone, reachable only
Through the touch of skin, the bold
Caress of all nakedness,
The holding of hands in the storm.

R 18/10/2023 19:22