Patterns of Pain
Pausing to breathe before falling
into patterns of pain.
Synapses fire with memories
materialized from tissue.
Why pain?
Where IS sorrow in the grey matter
and why does it matter
this pattern to relive pain?
Look at it and let it be
a groove in the layer that folds
under the place that moves a pen.
Stay away from the when of then,
be in the now of a sunny day.
Don't go that old yesterday way.
Yet here in this now it appears.
Right brain, left brain, brain left to cry
and sob within. Who cries? Who sighs?
Laughter swells up to cover
while pain does hover
like a checkerboard
waiting to be crowned.
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