In My Mind
I climb the stairs to the attic
on my mind,
Pulling up the folding stairs
behind me
Alone, muffled voices recede
the attic’s rooms expand
before me.
wandering through the corridors
I pass flat screens
Sometimes stopping,
I catch glimpses,
DVDs for the real me,
in High-Def.
I visit the Hippocampus room
There goes the frontal cortex foyer.
I’m lost in the grey matter
April 2, 2010
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