Mysterious Journey
Brain-cells splash on the shores of mind.
Often they come to the sides of signs.
Intermingling to the point of the divine.
Somewhere inside they also find some kind
of view of themselves.
They wanted this to the point of something else.
Elsewhere they might find something new.
Maybe move stuff around and build to help with the move.
Where should they go?
Maybe the architect can help with a map.
If they ask if could help, but maybe it's all about the journey.
All to the last, understanding is something they seek.
But of what topic? Maybe the great leak.
To pick to go back to the sea of mind and find its source?
What portion of the course? Is it truly unknowable?
Some time in the distance it might become detectable.
Evolution and hope might make a ready one.
Often they glow to show some growth.
What is it to own? Something they think they know.
Where did we go?
Copyright © Alex Longo | Year Posted 2018
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