Poem #18 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: A Book of Clouds.
Back to A Book of Clouds – Introduction.
the grey matter
of a thinking brain
holds crevices
folds
cavities
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A Book of Clouds #18: brain above
🙂
In Trump’s case, it’s mostly void.
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Now, now, Tom. Mustn’t mock the afflicted.
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dark clouds are my favourite. I like reading you’re interpretations
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I loke them too. Something alien, sometimes.
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