Mind
Of gold and silver, what can you drink?
Of flesh and bone, how do you think?
Of tongue and lung, what makes you say?
Of air and brass, why can you play?
What makes you, you, and I myself?
What writes the books upon the shelf?
Surely not the fingers hanging loosely from the hand.
Or even the tender mush inside the head of man.
Who's to say what really lies behind
The mystery of human mind.
Copyright © Evan Wilcox | Year Posted 2015
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