Bird Brained
How can we say our brains evolved to read? When we have only just begun to write; There must be something built into our sight,
Mind
Lives Without Imagery
When everything that was goes with a blink, We turn to our mind’s eye to recollect; Our loved ones, when we close our eyes to
A New Old Memory
Now open your eyes to see an old face, An old face that somehow seems new. Straight to the point, and yet without a map