The Blind Light of Our Brains
We sense the spark of a bright-eyed watcher
observing our disorderly dreams,
a Self tied only to the whirring brain
by an amiable but detached attention;
one that recalls the reality that we were
before the brain spoke 'out of turn,'
We feel infinity calling us out to be
what our brains will never see.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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