Left brain – a poem
I am a case study in creation, deconstructing souls even as my larynx forms songs. What is happening up there where the intellect resides, between synapse and stardust? And where does it go when the sparks die?
I am a case study in creation, deconstructing souls even as my larynx forms songs. What is happening up there where the intellect resides, between synapse and stardust? And where does it go when the sparks die?