BRAIN
From the cloistered, ominous, dungeons I reign
Over your feckless form with kindred candor;
Your senses feast on my convoluted grains,
Yet, I am stuck in barricaded armor,
Festering in a deluge of heavenly broth.
In tangled membranes - tendered countenance,
I elope with time deep in a genial brawl,
To strengthen my caverns with brilliance.
Time for you is but a vaunted clamor;
Though thoughts live in trenches of my bosom,
You entomb in my memory harbor,
In my blazing, doomed, palace I blossom;
I am your interred, humbled, muted brain,
Far in the bleak ditches of distant plains.
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