Sleepless nights with the scarlet tops
The mices wander in the streets Drunk with blood, The tears have been shed And streams the fountain Of the deaf yoke of bondage
Bitter heart
Category: poetry reading
Dark Matter Brain, Poetry by Kate McClelland
While I slept, I saw a holographic image
Of the road map of a brain.
It was mostly water and a network of billions of tiny nerve endings.
Held together by a membrane the thickness of a pancake.
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