WHO KNOWS

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In the unseen terrain

Of the sulci of my brain

Are deep-seated convolutions

Multi-faceted elocutions

The voices in my head

Speak desire, hope, and dread

Wondering, if they’ll get a chance

To play upon the tongue in dance

Neurons firing across the gaps

Synapses build and then collapse

Perhaps the very best of me

Lay where no one else will see

And if wisdom is to be found

Inside this pod inside this mound

Concurrent with the blood that flows

Until that time, I say, who knows

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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