04-22-2021, 09:29 PM
The hemisphere where I live is a brain,
the hemisphere of the Other
is really six billion hemispheres
a cacophony of seasons.
The only hemisphere I know is mine,
and the senses are its seasons,
simultaneous and subcutaneous
they rage or utter cries of joy or both,
though age has dulled the roar.
Brains, like dogs, are very territorial
and jealous even of their vomit.
If you haven’t noticed, it’s now barking
at another sphere, this one, the moon.
the hemisphere of the Other
is really six billion hemispheres
a cacophony of seasons.
The only hemisphere I know is mine,
and the senses are its seasons,
simultaneous and subcutaneous
they rage or utter cries of joy or both,
though age has dulled the roar.
Brains, like dogs, are very territorial
and jealous even of their vomit.
If you haven’t noticed, it’s now barking
at another sphere, this one, the moon.