My brain is a zoo, a vast menagerie:
The skull contains space unseen from
outside the skin.
Lithe tigers roam here, lurk in the
limbic system;
Troops of kangaroos hop across
synapses,
Stopping only to drop a joey at a
diverging path.
Giraffes and elephants ceaselessly
travel the cerebrum,
Tilting it off-kilter as they exercise
their roaming instinct.
In the temporal lobe, torpid turtles of
mythic size
Catalogue each memory and compose each
speech.
An orangutang squats in the frontal
lobe,
Pondering his existence, carefully
picking at fleas.
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