There are too many brain cells to kill them all
so I think I'll keep a few around to function
floating around in the milk shakes of my mind
Reminders of magic meeting the highly improbable
mixed in parables I would only decipher before death
and my life discoveries and education of one sort or another
blended onto my eyes like a pallet of shadows fresh in a tin
molding me into what who where when I am
color energy and light we all radiate like the sun
melting one into another through our connections
even on the net



