It's spread out like a galaxy, <br />Little white cells, dollops of grey cells, <br />And the rest of dark matter. <br />The brain it is, <br />With all its faculties spread, <br />Out like a jam on bread, <br />Disperses in little flakes, <br />Like fireworks bursting. <br />All this time, <br />And still left thirsting, <br />Scrawling and crawling, <br />For a drop to fall, <br />Here and there, <br />In the hope to soak, <br />That which still remains, <br />Not dissipated, unlimited domains. <br />When finally, aversion sets in, <br />Hammered and set in mould, <br />Suddenly the feeling, <br />I, me, myself only, <br />In all little atoms, <br />And every relationship, <br />Gone awfully cold. <br />The vapors rise, in molecules, <br />To give a new dimension <br />To the aging galaxy.<br /><br />Shruti Goswami<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/freak-19/
