Lizard Brained

You can, if you wish, watch your thoughts change into small dinosaur-birds feathers returning to armored scales; see the terrible teeth native to the sparrow's beak. Tucked into small bundles of feathers a thought reveals thunder lizards struggling for dominion of the earth once more. To send a thought out to think for itself is a kind of archeology, a paleontology of the present. Brains see nothing of what is to come, they recreate what was and make us see what is hidden in the now. The brain-fields are still being harvested by dinosaurs it's just that the unwary brain feels no pain, if it did it would scream in its bone cave. Let a thought fly high enough then an antediluvian sky will envelope it, morph it into a mythical creature, it may return to you as a dragon seeking your brain to nest in. We are a field of seeds for ripening ancient thoughts, and the elder world harvests them. An ancient past hunts us, it hides itself in the chipmunks trembling heart, as it digs under the house for the remains of its existence.