mind
The mind is a blind-man’s cane, beaten ceaselessly upon the earth, until one imagines that they can see.
The mind is a grotesque feature; it reaches for what it cannot grasp, like a giraffe’s neck, distended outrageously from seeking scant morsels ...just beyond.
The mind is not a weapon, but a shield. Though as such it does nothing to defend one from assault, but rather simply decorates a wall like a coat-of-arms hung desperately in plain sight; a dusty chunk of bric-a-brac, conspicuously placed to adorn the homes of living cowards who claim to be the progeny of dead heroes.
The mind is a falcon, but cannot be controlled by falconry. If this is attempted one realizes only too late that the call issued for its return is not that of a master, but a mole.
The mind is a blind-man’s cane, beaten ceaselessly upon the earth, until one imagines that they can see.
The mind is a grotesque feature; it reaches for what it cannot grasp, like a giraffe’s neck, distended outrageously from seeking scant morsels ...just beyond.
The mind is not a weapon, but a shield. Though as such it does nothing to defend one from assault, but rather simply decorates a wall like a coat-of-arms hung desperately in plain sight; a dusty chunk of bric-a-brac, conspicuously placed to adorn the homes of living cowards who claim to be the progeny of dead heroes.
The mind is a falcon, but cannot be controlled by falconry. If this is attempted one realizes only too late that the call issued for its return is not that of a master, but a mole.