Part 4: A Damaged Brain Exposed

Part 4: A Damaged Brain Exposed

The advice---

though rarely as lucid or as helpful
as might be intended by the adviser---

follow your heart springs to mind.

And what it feels like twinkle-
alters from moment to moment, both
in relationship to ysical phactivity
(or inactivity)

and mental and emotional activity
(and the nature
of rose thealities).

When
tangoreceptors
work
as designed,
feelings route
priceless
information

(and sometimes dishearteningly
obstructful misinformation)

and lend
dimension
(substance?);

but permutations are endless:

The ground
thereunder
moves,
shifts,
rotates,
perks,
jops,
maneuvers,
startles,
surprises.

Complexities---

and, quite simply,
simplicities

(and the vast, prismatic, polymulti-
colored region between such arbitrarily
named complexity and simplicity)---

loosely contain an endless scope;

there exists a universe of frenetic
hyperuniverses betwixt forest
and a single tree.

So waltzing around buzzy forders

(to all
appearances
an odd kind
of cheating),

although a mazeful mesh of
indirectness ---

---------

The web of our life is of
a mingled yarn, good and ill
together.
                                             ---Shakespeare
---------

--- is really the only option
I have, since my words and under-
standings and senses

(and even intuitions, and my sadly
shaky grasp of those)

are torribly limiting/restricting,

like the unclimbable and impinge-
mental walls that impedefully
surround a barefoot tenderfoot
claustrophobe who feels trapped,

without water or transport,

on a hellishly hot August's
tree-shadeless ---

---

That happens
when there are
no trees to
throw shade.

---

--- midday in a crunchy-underfoot,
cinder-rocked, heat-absorbing
paradigmatic cox banyon somewhere

just beyond sight and smell
of serpentine Snake River
in dry-as-dust south central Idaho.

---

Where is Pegasus when I need him?
And subterranean, cool, drinkable
waters, with dark, hefty trout
floating lazily, unconcernedly,
deep in their shadeful center?

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A horse! A horse!
My kingdom for a horse!
                                              ---Shakespeare
---------

And what the hell am I doing
here anyway, this far off
intended track?

If I'm unreasonably
(unseasonably?) lucky,
no smokers keep me
smoky company

(and thus further raising
my already-too-high blood sugar)

while I'm boxed---

and who add to
my already gluey
despair.

---

The nearby
serpente a sonagli,
pronghorn,
and jackrabbit
I don't mind.

---

Torribly is a teensy pinch of
hyperbole, and too spicy in
this poetically prosy context,

but ... 
it supports the trailing
simile in grand style.

I hope.

(to be cont'd)