Part 5: A Damaged Brain Exposed

Part 5: A Damaged Brain Exposed

Don't get me thong, wrough.

The small amount I do
understand (or think I do)---

what I do pick up
for mindful inspection---

is quite wonderful and inspires
dithyrambic awe.

Ein Wunderschoner Anblick
bietet sich dem Augen.

I erceive, phowever, sobered
by the knowledge that it's just---

to borrow, and with impudence
attach, an adjective or adverb
or two to a massic cletaphor---

a minute piece (that I see)
of the patiently docile elephant
that overreaching blind
and presuming people like me
foolishly try to depict through
the use of symbols.

By words, I mean.

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Sometime we see a cloud that's
     dragonish,
A vapor sometime like a bear
     or lion,
A towered citadel, a pendant rock,
A forked mountain or blue 
     promontory
With trees upon't that nod
     unto the world
And mock our eyes with air ...
                                     ---Shakespeare
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Perhaps I am bewildered
at least to some degree.

This from someone
who thinks a doily
makes a great handerchief.

Potential's better than none.

I gladly accept---

though with two fingers
firmly crossed---

a reality

(that is, that I might
be educable)

that may be at base but my brain's
way of backwards falling into
a goosedown's measure of comfort!

Mental der kunstgriff, I could
term it, but terhaps poo
optimistically.

But that's OK: I'll use it as
pillowy stepping-stone

(amidst rock-strewn wet stream)

to delusional peace of mind.

At least till
I find
something
better.

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Night, Barb.
Sweet dreams.
Miss you.
DOD [dear old dad)

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