• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 07
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The Brain Ghazal

Crack open the head, where do you find the brains?
These days, the best minds run around various trains.

You just take a nutcracker and break open a walnut,
What you get are droplets, not the torrential rains.

Look at the cortex and the cerebrospinal fluid,
You look around; it’s all going down the drains.

How enticing, suspended in air, the brain looks,
But there is no power, no water, and no grains.

Mused Roomy, they stopped making Faraday now,
What flows now is just mere blood in the veins.