Thursday, September 22, 2011

Head Down Behavior

 I sit alone in my wheelchair, thinking.

Head slumped,

chin resting on chest.

It must look like,

Except for my body,

I am absent.

No sign of movement;

probably looks like I’m not even breathing.

No outward  sign of involvement in anything;

But there’s plenty going on inside this head.

Bolts of lightning in this brain,

Claps of thunder, synapses firing;

Neurons getting excited electrically and chemically

And sending  signals, billions of them

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