I think of you <br />somewhat <br />as a bank building, <br />tall and well-built <br />and <br />beautiful but with <br />very few openings. <br />There are two windows <br />for withdrawals, <br />and four windows <br />for deposits; <br />there are no doors. <br /> <br />There is <br />an immense computer <br />running data inside <br />and a staff of many <br />to interconnect <br />and to process <br />information. <br /> <br />There is <br />a very large storehouse <br />with knowledge, <br />memories, <br />literature, <br />scientific papers, <br />ancient stories <br />and poetry <br />and more; <br />well-catalogued <br />for easy access. <br /> <br />There is also <br />a large furnace <br />so that nothing <br />gets cold in <br />the physical plant <br />(as it's known in bureauracracies) . <br /> <br />Since everything is <br />contained <br />and somewhat rigid, <br />the building reacts well <br />to some soft touches <br />and needs them <br />whether this is obvious or not. <br /> <br />There is a plan <br />and a structure for defense <br />against <br />the dangerous world <br />which can be activated. <br /> <br />This is somewhat how I see you; <br />you know that I have <br />immense respect <br />for all the knowledge <br />and connections you have. <br />Do you call them synaptic? <br />And would you be <br />able <br />and willing <br />to create a door <br />for little me? <br /> <br />© 2008 Rachel<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-i-think-of-you-by-rachel/
