Where the brain lives

If I could isolate the chemistry in my brain
It will look like sparking wires
Where wits go to converge
A charged electric room
Giving breathe to misfits

No callousness here
Only an order that warms souls
Occasional trips
From a place of wear
Where the tears are collected in gold vials

Jennifer Dafwat

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