Three Pounds Of Meat

RAW

If I only had a brain…

Singed by war. Scorched by love.
A head of words. No off switch.
Wherein compassion. Wherein affection.
Container of hallucinations and reason.
Seat of lust and contemplation.
The you of the you beyond yourself.
Font of joy. Fountain of sorrow.
75% water. 65% fat. Entirely miracle.
Jello in a skeletal helm. Fragile.
Drifting in fluid like a jellyfish.
Nothing much to look at. Squishy.
And yet it enfolds endless possibilities
And yet it engenders infinite worlds.
And yet it is the source of everything.
Teller of stories. Mother of creation.
The thing from which our lives spring.