storm scaffold
My brain is a separate thing to me,
even though it is all I am.
A flash of zinc upon my creation,
cells of I form communication.
Cells divide, mitosis, and I am alive.
My brain is inside of me,
controlling every part of me,
yet my body and my mind
couldn't be less alike.
Does it control me,
or do I control it?
Is all I am lobes and stems and a cerebellum?
I wish I could tell what's me and what's it.
I wish I could be completely separate,
but I can't — it is me.
Every cortex, every lobe, every stem,
stems from me alone.
distant bridge
tidal seal
earnest crypt
