Poriferal Vision
I have always known,
Yet it is just now that I
Am realizing
That I am not a very well
Educated man;
I wonder the brain--
Is it like a sponge?
Very absorbent
When young,
Constantly staying damp,
Never truly saturated
Unless completely
Submerged in thought
--Liquid of all that is all--
Is it full.
That is never the case.
Mind, my sponge,
My two sided, cleaning utensil:
One side rough
For stubborn stains
The other . . .
Abused and wrung out creature of the sea,
Everyday soaking
Up something new,
To be wrung out again.
The outer surface
Drying fast,
The inner
Damp, warm
Beginning a whole new culture
Of thought!
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