Will she see in the uncus <br />Forlorn sighs suppressed <br />Or along the optics <br />hidden cries stretched <br /> <br />curving in the fornix <br />primeval urges ply <br />that the fanning forceps <br />so oft act to deny <br /> <br />on coronals cerebella <br />full and ample float <br />such above in frontals <br />the tongue wags to gloat <br /> <br />she seeks in these <br />the subtle hints and cues <br />that erase in her own parietals <br />visuals and lingering blues <br /> <br />she searches for a callosum <br />packed with fibers that fly <br />buzzing here and there <br />then to the side softly lie <br /> <br />the man etched in mazes <br />whose associations never die <br />she takes her time to decipher <br />frontals abuzz on an fMRI <br /> <br /> <br />original <br /> <br />09, Oct-2k12 <br />Islamabad.<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chattering-mris-0910-2k12/
