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HOBBESIDIDUNCE [Aside] paths cerebral wrinkle

Raven Part the First


raisin thoughts
once were seeds
which, never sprouting,
wrinkled
with the years,
becoming sweet.

internal kernal,
distilled,
slakes the thirst
for wonderburst;
or wanderlust
through mental corridors.
minefields,
mindfields,
such areas of cerebral hemorrhage
entice.

we grow unto the good
and branch when young
to feel the breeze.
when old,
contract,
to feel ourselves
enhanced by musty atmospheres,
entranced by molded memories³
of paths untrodden.


³Memories are malleable. See Loftus's TED Talk.