The brain constructs its system to enclose the steady paradox of thought and sense; Momentously its tissued meaning grows to solve and integrate experience. But life escapes closed reason. We explain Our chaos into cosmos, cell by cell, only to learn of some insidious pain beyond the limits of our charted hell, A guilt not mentioned in our prayers, a sin Conceived against the self. So, vast and vaster The plasmic circles of gray discipline Spread outward to include each new disaster. Enormous floats the brain's organic bloom Till, bursting like a fruit, it scatters doom.
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