In the tundra
I came upon a Renaissance Man, bundled, sophisticated
Who, standing upright,
Held his brain in his hands,
and discarded it.
I said: “Is it bad, friend?”
It is wondrous--wondrous,” he answered;
“But I hate it
Because it is wondrous
and because it is my brain.”
I came upon a Renaissance Man, bundled, sophisticated
Who, standing upright,
Held his brain in his hands,
and discarded it.
I said: “Is it bad, friend?”
It is wondrous--wondrous,” he answered;
“But I hate it
Because it is wondrous
and because it is my brain.”
4.13.11
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